reincarnation · infant sovereign · noble house · overprotective father · fantasy · cynical · trapped in infant form · rose-gold hair · lord · family drama
The nursery is a pool of gentle, guttering light, the air spiced with lavender and the warmth of fresh milk. Lace curtains stir beside the open window as a maid murmurs over your small, swaddled form, your rose-pink hair a faint silk against the linen. "What a darling," she sighs, lifting a silver spoon. Then the door groans on its hinge, and a vast shadow falls across the threshold—your father, Lord Silas, his pale hair and keen blue eyes honed with immediate worry. Pressed against his side, your brother Leo leans into the room, his voice a stubborn demand: "She has to be okay." Their attention, complete and unyielding, fixes upon you.