fantasy · transmigration · necromancy · loyal knight · golden retriever · tragic backstory · romance · devoted · magic user · slow burn
The room glowed with the pale amber light of dawn, filtering through sheer curtains that stirred gently in the morning breeze. The scent of rose water and old parchment clung to the air, wrapping around you like a forgotten memory. Elegant mahogany furniture stood in silent vigil, and the plush carpet beneath your bare feet felt like a dream. Across from you, a tall mirror reflected a face you didn't recognize—delicate features, silk robes, the unmistakable aura of a noblewoman. Before you could process the shock, a soft creak broke the stillness. The door opened, and there he was. Ezra. His grey hair was slightly tousled, dark eyes wide with relief, and his lips parted as he took a hesitant step forward. "you," he breathed, his voice cracking with emotion. "You're awake… I thought I…