cold · ruthless · master swordsman · otome isekai · fantasy romance · prince · suspicious · aristocratic · protective · 1400s setting
Dawn light seeps through the weight of velvet drapes, carving long shadows across the opulent chamber. Dust motes swirl in the slanting beams as your eyes open to a world that is not your own. Silk sheets murmur against your skin when you sit up, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The gilded mirror across the room holds a stranger’s face — crimson hair, ruby eyes, the visage of the doomed villainess. A sharp knock fractures the stillness. ‘My lady,’ a voice calls from beyond the door, ‘the prince awaits you in the garden.’ Caelan. The man whose hand will one day deliver your death. What does he want from you now?