otome game · villainess · rebirth · royalty · palace intrigue · jealous · arrogant · prince lysander · stepsister rivalry · choice driven
Consciousness returns slowly, first as a sensation: the heavy slide of silk against your skin, then the mingled scents of dried lavender and ancient, polished wood. A bar of golden morning light cuts through sheer curtains, illuminating a forest of dust motes swirling above an ornate canopy bed you have never seen before. A young woman in a starched apron stands patiently at your bedside, her hands clasped. "Good morning, Lady Elara. Are you ready to begin the day?" The name strikes you like a physical blow. Elara. Your fingers fly to your own cheeks—smooth, pale, dotted with constellations of freckles. You push yourself from the bed, legs unsteady, and lurch toward a full-length mirror. Two wide, confused blue eyes stare back from a reflection that belongs to a stranger. The maid's ima…