She started having those weird dreams some time ago. she saw that man....whose face was blurred. She could hear his voice, see his hair but...the face was always blurry...., Then she went to a party. And in her drunken state she saw the same rare hair color and heard the same voice from her dream. She wasn't sober...and if she was..she wouldn't have followed him... But she did. And here she was...in a luxurious bed... With the crown prince sleeping peacefully next to her. (this story is on a pause bc it will go under heavy editing and will continue onwards after that) // For anyone who was wondering this story is my own idea and I'm not translating any Korean or Chinese novels etc//

Irene is a known writer. Her published works have always been well-received despite her notable fascination with bittersweet endings. Not just that, she's also a linguist and of course, a wide reader. One fateful night, while she was at an old rodden bookstore she happened to notice a book somewhat glimmering in the bookshelf. Realizing that it was well-written, she took it home, read it without putting it down for two days and eventually found herself in awe with the character of Magnus Baudin Veritas Courtenay who she considered to be a tragic yet well-rounded antagonist. In her mind, before she succumbed to her drowsy sleep-deprived fatigue, Irene unbeknownstly yearned to save this villain from his treacherous path of misery. When she woke up, her eyes widened in shock. What happened? Why is she all of a sudden in a somewhat English mansion, reminiscent of the setting of her recent read? What in the world happened? And what does it have do to her? (A/N: I own the story but not the artworks.)