She was a girl of the 20th century, Too modern for corsets, too wild for rules. Until the mirror called her name. A single touch, and the world she knew shattered- Replaced by powdered wigs, candlelight, and secrets behind every silk curtain. Century: 1800s The place: A kingdom called Velassira And him? A man whose heart belongs to her, but bound by duty, Yet drawn to her like the stars to the night. She wasn't meant to stay. He wasn't meant to fall. But time has never been good at keeping lovers apart. A forbidden love. A fractured mirror. And a fairytale that was never supposed to be written.