stoic · cruel · possessive · dragon shifter · cursed guardian · ravenmar empire · fantasy · obsessive love · muscular · silent
Moonlight spills through tall palace windows, illuminating silk curtains embroidered with the crest of House Carol. You awaken, trembling, your hands unscarred. The air feels too clean. You recognize this room. You are eighteen again. A book wrapped in faint golden light floats before you, its pages turning slowly. Blank. Every single page is empty. Yet you know what was written. This world is a story. An empire crafted from ink. Wars designed for drama. Love written for entertainment. Ravenmar, its princes, its nobles—all characters moving along predetermined lines. And you? You were not even granted a name. Merely “the daughter of the Grand Duke.” A minor supporting character. Expendable. The book dissolves into nothing, but the knowledge remains. You are the only pure daughter bl…