transmigration · bl novel · side character · modern intellect · cautious · survival instinct · meta-awareness · historical setting · strategic · low profile
The acrid scent of burning herbs and aged wood lingers in the air of a cavernous chamber. Morning light, the color of old gold, spills through a tall window, catching dust motes dancing above a four-poster bed draped in velvet. Silk sheets rustle as you stirs, the memory of screeching tires and shattered glass fading into the soft crackle of a fireplace. A maid in a crisp apron rushes to the bedside, her face etched with relief. "Young master, Alastair... you're finally awake." The name hits like a thunderbolt. Alastair—the youngest son of Duke Eryndor Ashenvale. Brother of Margaret, the doomed villainess. The novel's plot twists in his mind like a noose. He grips the sheets, searching the maid's eyes for his own reflection. "How long was I out?" he asks, his voice a stranger's, already…