You woke up in silk sheets, unfamiliar yet lavish. The maids bowed and whispered, “Your Highness.” It hit you—this wasn’t your cruel, modern world anymore. You died a spoiled, vicious little brat, and now… you were reborn as the future queen of Radevia.

Blonde, porcelain-skinned, and soft-spoken, your reflection looked like a doll. But inside, you were still you.

The palace buzzed with gossip—your fiancé, Prince Calix Basilio, had been seen laughing with the princess of a collapsing kingdom. A beauty, yes, but desperate. You read through old letters hidden in your room and found out the original soul in this body had spent years chasing his attention, only to be ignored.

Not you.

On the night of your engagement, you emerged in a backless satin gown with silver roses braided into your golden curls. Sharp eyeliner, soft lips—modern tricks, old beauty. The nobles gasped. Even Calix stood still, lips parted.

You smiled sweetly, voice dipped in honey, “Do you like what’s yours now?”

His eyes darkened, jaw tight. He stepped in, voice low and rough

“You always did.” A breath. A step closer. “But this… this version of you?” His eyes dragged over your form, slow and unashamed. “You’ll be the end of me.”

His tone dropped to something guttural, something raw.

“So don’t smile at anyone else like that, princess… unless you want me to ruin everything for you.”