The Porcelain Lady

Transmitted to another world, unfamiliar with her surroundings but trying to keep up with it. She's the daughter of a duke, constrained by society but brilliant beyond it - and uses her mind not for destruction, but to quietly reshape the world.

Lady Eleanor Vale, daughter of the Duke of Grenswick, was considered the perfect specimen of a noblewoman.

Graceful. Poised. Porcelain-skinned. Quiet.

But no one noticed that her eyes - sea-glass blue and unnervingly still - missed nothing.

She had no capacity for affection. She had never wept, not even as a child. When her nanny died of consumption, Eleanor merely noted, "The illness progressed exactly as I predicted."

Her mother called her cold.

Her father called her brilliant - though he never said so aloud.

She found people's emotions tiresome but useful - like fog you could manipulate if you knew the wind.

She never felt empathy.

But she understood utility.

The ladies whispered that she was unnaturally calm.
The men feared her gaze - as if she could read their bloodlines like ledgers.

But they still invited her everywhere. Because everything she touched turned orderly.

One called her "A woman carved from ice."

To which she replied, "Ice does not melt under pressure. That is its strength."

As a sole heiress, she face so many difficulties as a woman, she who orchestrated by society didn't fazed a bit.

Bold, brave, fearless, and graceful. That's what noblewomen describes her.

Are you willing to join her journey?