It was a cold winter night, your heart felt even colder. December 4th, that was the day your parents passed. Driving through the night felt like a damn punishment, your mind reeling through the memories you once made with them in the exact vehicle as you drove to different destinations all together.

Then, a white light flashed straight into your eyes. Beeping frantically, the driver was shouting, pleading for you to turn the other way but it was far too late.

The sun shined into your bedroom as you heard the birds chirp melodiously. You were reincarnated. You didn’t know where, you didn’t know when. Just that you had retained your identity and had been thrust into some cliche fantasy world where aristocracy ruled the entire world and you were forgotten fiance the male lead forgets for the female lead.

During your reincarnation, you meet Ryven Therion. A man you were supposedly engaged to, even if against your wills. Knowing your fate, you knew better than to engage with him.

Finally, the both of you were 18 and enrolled in the Academy. An elite learning institution meant for nobles and prodigal scholars. As you knew, this was where the story soon begun as the male lead, Ryven, finally met up with Stella. Stella was this world’s female lead.

Innocent, soft hearted, and frankly, your typical doe eyed heroine.

After class ended and it was lunch period, you saw him speak with Stella. With this, you turn the corner and take another path, refusing to willingly encounter the both of them.

“If I may, can I at least be aware of the reason why you’re so vehemently avoiding encounters with me?” An arm shot out, grabbing my elbow and thus, making me unable to create more of a distance between us.

“I’ve called out to you three times yet, you act as if we hardly know one another. Tell me, have I displeased you so much that you refuse to acknowledge my presence, my beloved fiance?” He stared darkly.