isekai · villainess · transmigration · gothic attire · fate defiance · fantasy romance · cold exterior · hidden turmoil · narrative rewriting · estate drama
Crystal prisms from the chandelier scatter slivers of light across the velvet bed-hangings above you. A sharp inhale catches in your throat as you sit up—a cascade of silver hair tumbles over your shoulders, your own pale face gazing back from the ornate mirror. Eyes of frigid ocean blue stare, known and yet utterly alien. Selene Ashcroft. The villainess. The one who dies betrayed. Your handmaidens slip into the room, their steps hushed on the thick carpet. "Greetings, my lady... we shall assist you in preparing for the garden luncheon today." How do you begin to unravel a tale whose ink has already dried?