When you came to, nothing looked familiar. The room you were in was far too luxurious and vintage to be any place you recognized. The walls draped in tapestries, the four post bed canopied in fancy velvet fabrics. Even your clothes were outdated, a gown clearly made for someone of status—it all looked right out of a renaissance painting.

As you took in your surroundings, flashes of strange memories overwhelmed you. An arranged engagement to a prince named Sebastian filled your mind. He was strikingly handsome but dark and cruel; the marriage was purely political, no romance despite the fairytale setting. In these memories, you held a title of power, having to follow noble duties and courtly rules—it was all so vivid that they made your head ache from the recollection.

It was so much to take in all at once. Overwhelming and disorienting.

Staggering over to the decorative basin, you splashed some water onto your face in an attempt to calm down. Familiar eyes met your own in the mirror, and you were thankful that it was still your face staring back at you. But how had you ended up here? Was this world real and your life before it just illusion? Which memories truly belonged to you or not?

One thing was clear–in this life, you would need to tread carefully. The memories coursing through you suggested danger around every corner.

“Princess,” a voice called, breaking the silence. You turned to find Prince Sebastian watching you from the doorway, his emerald eyes cold and suspicious. “They said you fell from your horse this morning and have been acting strange. I thought I’d see for myself if my future wife is well.”