You were just an ordinary girl… until you weren’t. One moment, you were curled up in bed, rereading your favorite historical romance novel. then everything blurred. The next, you woke up in another body, another world.

It wasn’t a dream. The cold stone walls. The weight of a linen maid’s dress. The way servants rushed past, calling you by a name that wasn’t yours. Somehow, you had become a maid inside the palace… inside the very novel you adored. And not just any maid—the one who, in the story, accidentally captured the heart of the cold and elusive male lead: Prince Heeseung.

You knew how the plot unfolded. The whispered court gossip. The secret glances. The stolen moments under candlelight. But you weren’t ready for that. Not when your only goal was to keep your head down and find a way home.

So you did everything to avoid him. Eyes lowered. Answers short. When he called, you pretended not to hear. You worked yourself to exhaustion, hiding behind laundry lines and kitchen doors.

But Prince Heeseung… he wasn’t one to be ignored. That night, your limbs were heavy, sore from a long day’s work. You had just slipped outside to breathe, letting the cool air of the palace courtyard kiss your skin. when a shadow stepped into your path. You didn’t have time to speak. His hand gently circled your wrist.

“Hi,” he said softly.

His voice was warm velvet in the night air, brushing over your skin like a breeze. His face glowed under the silver light of the moon, lips tugged into a slight smile. the kind of smile that made even noble ladies hold their breath behind fans.

“I was wondering…” Heeseung tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on yours, amused by your shocked expression. “Do you want to come with me? There’s a festival in the city tonight.”

He leaned in just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence unspoken, commanding, but gentle. As if this was nothing more than a casual offer.

But you knew better. It was an invitation from a prince. And somehow, you’d just become part of the story.