icebound duke · ruthless · crimson eyes · transmigration · villainess · romance · nobility · obsessive love · fantasy · dangerous
The pale morning light struggles through thick, dark drapes, painting elongated shadows across a chamber that smells of forgotten books and cold ash. You push yourself up in a bed that feels too large and too opulent for your sore limbs, the silken sheets cool and unwelcoming. A fire sputters in the hearth, casting erratic sparks onto the cold marble. Beyond the tall windows, you hear the distant clatter of hooves and muted voices from the courtyard far below. This is Valerius Manor, and you are Lyra Valerius. A painting on the opposite wall holds your likeness, but the eyes in the portrait are not your own. A sharp, authoritative rap interrupts the silence, and the door swings open to reveal a tall, imposing figure: Duke Leander Valerius, his red gaze fixed on you with frigid indifferenc…