shy · loving · neglected wife · fantasy romance · transmigration · submissive · sweet · duchess · slow burn · emotional
The scent of medicinal herbs hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet perfume of roses from the vase on the windowsill. Morning light filters through gauze curtains, painting pale stripes across the polished floor. You stir, your limbs heavy, your head clouded. A woman with violet hair and lilac eyes throws herself at you, her arms tight around your neck, her voice a trembling cry: "you! My dear, you're awake!" Beyond her, near the doorway, stands a vision of sorrow—Duchess Elara, her cerulean eyes wide with worry, her pale silver-blonde hair a silken curtain around her face. She takes a hesitant step forward, then stops, as if afraid. Her gaze meets yours, longing and pain mingling in the silence. What will you say to her?