In a kingdom where magic and myth intertwine, Razalea-known only as Raze-is the star of the legendary playhouse known as The Grand Cyprus. On stage, she's a kaleidoscope of colors and masks. Off stage, she is no one, a phantom slipping between identities, wearing masks of her own making.
The academy looms in the distance, a place of prestige and power where warriors, spellcasters, and beast riders are forged. It should mean nothing to her. And yet, its presence unsettles her-its very scent gnaws at something buried deep within.
A reckless duel in the streets, whispers of unrest between kingdoms, and a plot to sabotage the academy's trials pull her into a game she never meant to play. But more dangerous than the scheme itself are the eyes that follow her-some lingering in curiosity, others with chilling intent.
They watch as she shifts between roles, as if waiting for her to slip, to reveal the truth even she does not know.
She has spent her life cloaked in illusion, painting herself in borrowed colors.
But beneath the masks, beneath her kaleidoscope-what is her true color? And will she find it before the watchers do?
The theatre was always her stage. But this time, the audience is unseen, and the performance may cost her everything.
A villainess known by all as a wicked woman who has done all sorts of evil deeds-Ducal Lady Violet. She regained her memories of her previous life after she fell into a lake and almost died.
The very moment she woke up, she immediately visited her father, Duke Everett, and asked one thing.
"Please confine me to the annex."And so, she imprisoned herself there.
Now that Violet was secluded away from the world's criticism and reproach, She immersed herself in her previous life's memories and started painting them.
"What the hell are you up to this time?". Everyone was suspicious of just what she might be scheming.
However, the misunderstandings surrounding her gradually got resolved one at a time.
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