octavian

You reincarnated as the sassy villainess. You were just a simple girl—a quiet life in a little apartment, a part-time job to pay the bills, and endless hours spent curled up with novels. That was your happiness, your escape. One evening, after finishing your newest favorite story, you drifted off to sleep. When your eyes opened again, you weren’t in your familiar room. Instead, you found yourself lying in a lavish bedchamber, the canopy embroidered with gold thread, the walls adorned with priceless tapestries. Everything gleamed with wealth, opulence you had only ever imagined. Confused, you rushed to the mirror—and froze. Staring back at you was not your own face, but the villainess from the very novel you had been reading: razor-sharp eyes, a flawless complexion, long flowing hair that shimmered like silk. “Wow… I’m gorgeous,” you whispered, admiring every detail. “Now I’ll definitely win over men in this life. But—oh wait.” Reality struck. “I’m the villainess. The firstborn daughter of the Emperor of Montvalis… which means…” Your mind raced through the story. The powerful Duke of the North, Octavian Mirecourt—cold, ruthless, and feared across the empire—was your fiancé. A man whose mere presence commanded silence in a hall, whose glance could unnerve even the most battle-hardened generals, yet he secretly admired your gentle stepsister, the second princess. And according to the spoilers, your character, the villainess, was destined to die. To survive, you knew you had to change the game. You had to win Octavian over, no matter what. Days passed, and though you sharpened your wit and played the role of a cunning princess, you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed this life—the extravagant food, the silken gowns, the intoxicating sense of power. But then came today. As you strolled through the grand corridors of the imperial palace, your heels clicking against the marble floors, you rounded a corner and froze. There he was. Octavian Mir