ᴀɴ ɪꜱᴇᴋᴀɪ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ -: ̗̀➛
Awakening in a world beyond her own, she finds herself in a body she doesn't recognise - shattered, bruised, and bearing the name 𝒩𝒾𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇. In this perilous new reality, survival...
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As I walk, engulfed in a well of thoughts, memories of the Archduchess weave through my mind. Lady Ingrid, in these recollections, is a formidable noble, sophisticated, from a noble bloodline, and wholly deserving of her title as Archduchess to one of the strongest noble families beside the imperial family.
In all of Nirvana's memories, Lady Ingrid exudes regal grace, commanding respect with every step. Her presence, both authoritative and compassionate, leaves an indelible mark upon those fortunate enough to cross her path.
But one thing stands out in my memories: her kindness to Nirvana.
It's a shocking revelation, in all honesty.
Treating her husband's child so gently, despite how he felt about it...
Was it manipulation or genuine pity and emotion?
I recall the moments Nirvana witnessed their interactions, the tenderness that graced every touch. My supposed father holds no love for me whatsoever, but with his beautiful wife, he is easily capable of it. In their eyes, I see a reflection of the profound love and respect they hold for one another.
Love has never been something I've believed in, but I suppose they share something akin to it.
As the maids escort me through the palace corridors, I observe the beauty that surrounds me. This palace, so different from the cold and neglected manor I call home, exudes an air of opulence and grandeur that is impossible to ignore.
Elaborate chandeliers hang from gilded ceilings, casting a soft glow upon polished marble floors. Intricate carvings line the walls, depicting scenes of mythical creatures and epic battles, their colours vivid and alive.
The palace seems to breathe with the echoes of a rich history and the whispers of hushed secrets. I imagine each room holds its own allure, inviting exploration and discovery. I run my gaze along the ornate carvings and trace the delicate patterns of the stained glass windows.
But my purpose lies beyond these lavish halls. The maids guide me, their eyes flickering with curiosity as they steal glances in my direction. I am aware of the whispers that trail in my wake, their hushed voices casting judgment and speculation upon my presence.
"She's back?"
"Didn't you hear? She's been back for a week already?"
"A week? But...but she didn't come to see her Highness."
"How did she get back?"
"What do you mean how? The Archduke probably sent knights to rescue her."
"Are you joking?"
"His Highness would never send..."
Yet, I pay them no mind. Their words are no doubt harsh, even Serene flinches at them before looking at me. She watches for a moment, almost expecting a reaction, but I don't so much as twitch. The stares and whispered words hold no power over me.
