In the year 675th of the imperial calendar, the empress, known for her brawn and wits, died at the hands of her beloved emperor. However, she awoke ten years prior to her death and in the body of Marsella Ross.
Marsella Ross. A good-for-nothing bastard child of Marquess Ross. Lived in the outskirt of the capital with only her nanny, the empress, now in this body and had this identity as Marsella swore to live peacefully - away from the bloody path she had taken, away from the power struggle.
But is living peacefully possible when reality slapped her with the news of her sudden engagement with the Grand Duke?
The Grand Duke of Esmond, Luis Deviltooth Deamonne. A maniacal tyrant. Rumors have it bloodshed followed him like a shadow. He would murder nobles on a whim, and was said to have a heart as frigid as the cold north.
With a marriage plotted by the emperor to keep him under control, many assumed Marsella and Luis' will disavow their engagement. But alas, it had the complete opposite effect to them. They looked forward to it.
A villainess for the devil.
*****
In most stories, marriage meant a happily ever after. But to them, it was just the beginning.
As their marriage progressed, secrets that lies in her blood slowly unveil, giving her an insatiable thirst that wasn't easily quenched. Could Luis accept his wife, who wasn't a normal human?
And with the threats to his life, could Marsella disregard the peaceful life she longed to protect her husband?
Inure:
(v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful.
An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed.
______
I tried on another, a red one this time.
I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin.
"This one too."
I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?"
"If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge.
I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses."
"I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?"
______
Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!