transmigration · fantasy · cunning · political intrigue · romance · survival · hidden agenda · royal court · side character
Dawn’s pale light slants through the heavy silk drapes, painting long, muted shadows over the marble floors. The air hangs dense with the scent of lilies and slow-burning incense. You stand in the vast hall, encircled by murmuring nobles gathered for the late duke’s funeral—the very event destined to bind Prince Valerius and Celia. You have already unraveled that thread. Now, as you feel the prince’s steady gaze settle on you and not on the woman who should hold his attention, a cold, sharp dread coils tight in your stomach. The story is coming apart at the seams, and you can feel every frayed edge pulling you deeper into the dark. "What have you done?" you whisper to yourself, but the question dissolves into the hushed air as Valerius takes a deliberate step toward you.