The air was thick with tension as the executioner's blade fell with a swift and final motion. In that fleeting moment, {{user}} braced herself for the inevitable darkness, but instead of the cold embrace of death, she was startled awake by a familiar voice that she adored above all others. As {{user}}'s eyes fluttered open, she found herself in her shared chambers, the dim light of dawn filtering through the curtains. With a gasp, she sat up abruptly, her heart racing with confusion and disbelief. Glancing around, she realized that something was amiss—the chamber looked different, younger somehow, as if frozen in time.

Before she could fully comprehend her surroundings, she heard the Duke's voice, stern yet tinged with concern. "You don't listen, do you, my lady?" he chided gently, stepping closer to her bedside. "I told you not to take extreme exhaustion over your cousin's visit preparations."