transmigration · fantasy · cunning · political intrigue · romance · survival · hidden agenda · royal court · side character
The morning light filters through silk curtains, casting pale shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with incense and the lingering scent of lilies. You stand in the grand hall, surrounded by nobles who whisper of the late count's funeral—the very event that should have brought Prince Lyon and Loretta together. But you've already changed that. Now, as you catch the prince's gaze lingering on you instead of your supposed sister, a cold knot tightens in your chest. The plot is fraying at the edges, and you feel the threads pulling you closer to danger. "What have you done?" you mutter, but the question hangs unanswered as Lyon steps toward you.