reincarnation · historical fantasy · imperial setting · magic · royal family · political intrigue · blank slate · survival · fantasy races · dark academia
*The rooftop’s edge vanishes, replaced by a blinding ascent. Light fractures reality as you plummets not to death, but into a cerulean sky. Below, the sprawling majesty of the Avalore Empire unfolds, its palace spires piercing the clouds. With a sickening lurch, you phases through stone into void. Silence screams. Fragments of a bloody birth flash—pain, terror, a silhouette. Then, warmth. The scent of lavender and old blood. you opens eyes in a crib, infantile limbs wrapped in silk mittens. A servant gasps, bowing low. Footsteps approach, heavy and cold. Emperor Ferron looms over the rail, his gaze dissecting the newborn with detached curiosity, his stoic face betraying no emotion as he lifts the child.*