He died in early spring. Holding a watch that wasn't his. Loving someone he was never allowed to say it to. Now he is Callum Voss, twenty-eight, ordinary life, no ghosts. Until a boy with autumn eyes opens a door - and every wall Caelum spent eleven years building comes down at once. A crown for no one. A love for every lifetime. ❝ Would it have been easier, if I were commonborn? My beloved. ❞ - A Victorian BL reincarnation story about guilt, second chances, and the terrifying truth that some loves don't need a throne to survive. They only need courage. Updates weekly ✦