"Do you remember how you ruined me?" he asked, his voice calm... even as his sword remained buried in her chest. She couldn't speak. Because this wasn't just pain... it was betrayal carved into reality. She was a screenwriter once-someone who built kingdoms from imagination, gave life to kings with words, and wrote destinies that never existed... until one of them did. Now she is trapped inside her own creation. A historical empire where every palace hides secrets, every smile hides war. And the warrior prince who was never meant to exist beyond her pages... never meant to feel... never meant to remember her at all. But he does. And now, with his sword in her heart and his eyes full of everything she cannot understand, she realizes- she didn't write this story. It wrote her. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆