This story wasn't planned

This story wasn't planned

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This story wasn't planned. Nothing about this world should exist. It's in my imagination, not yours. I'm only sharing my thoughts with you. But is it real? Are we real? Is he real? He feels real. I can feel his presence deep underneath my skin. Poison that runs through my veins, and it burns. His touch lights my skin on fire in a way I never thought possible, but it's real. He is real. I'd let the poison flow through my veins and suffocate me. I would let it flow until my organs failed and I choked on my own blood. I'd let him flow through my blood until every last drop was consumed with him. I want to be consumed by him. I want to be in his skin, wearing it like a jacket. Maybe that's too much. Maybe that's why this story isn't real. Maybe this story wasn't planned. But I plan to root myself so deep in his heart he'll never forget my name.
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Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

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