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loudwolftraveler · 2 years ago

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In another life. & History repeats itself..

(Merge post + The explanation)

A/N: Beware of Cursing and might also be Grammatical errors, and Yandere behavior, Inspiration of manhwas ahead.

Everyone this is the fully post of two separate posts, I add a explanation so it will help you understand the story better bc it doesn't really make sense, also i may or may not be posting anymore, after all i just posted those two as a entertainment but never thought would go viral but thanks to you all but sadly i will not post anything bc i will have my focus on the novel books i published there on wattpad and sooner have my original book too, that's all i have to say once again and thank you for understanding.

In another life.

Imagine your reincarnated husband!

Your reincarnated husband! Once died protecting you and the empire of sudden attacks was announced on your marriage day.

Your reincarnated husband! Died in your hands, blood is everywhere, especially around you. In devastated you kill yourself by slicing your neck, as you can't live without the person who loved you the most...

Silence filled the room, and then the next was nothing... Nothing but the silence of your sudden death with your only person you cherish the most. Two of you lay in the ground, pools of blood are everywhere around you two. A tragic life of both two lovely people who found themselves by fate itself.

The new emperor and empress had sudden news of dying because of a sudden attack that had happened.

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That was the tale of your childhood. The story tale you held dearly in your heart when you were a little child.

It was a pity, that the tale kinda reminds you of the empress who was once a duchess.

It was about a story between a duchess and a crown prince.

It was said that the duchess was mistreated as an outcast and a replacement real daughter of Duke, a 'lady duchess' as what people called the daughter of the Duke. The whole family neglected the duchess because she was just nothing but a replacement of the lady duchess who once went missing and never came back. The Duke tried to find his daughter, the one he cherished before she was gone. But suddenly stumble across the girl who look-alike her daughter, but the girl has dark red hair, her daughter has red hair and almost like peach-pink hair. The girl almost looked like the lady duchess herself, except for the hair color and the eyes. In exchanging words towards her, he adopted her not only for her to feel loved but for the replacement of his once cherished lovely daughter.

The brothers of the lovely lady duchess, were frustrated with the news of the fake lady duchess who was their "new sister".

Both of the father and her "brothers" never cared for her, never did, even if she acted a brat or spoiled one. They never once showed affection or worried towards her as they neglect her once she's in their presence.

The servants don't really care about her either. They make her starve, left out, and never serves her like a right duchess.

That was until she sneaked out of the duke household and somehow met her destiny..

The crown prince of the empire.

Some people just describe what the crown prince is, some will say, he isn't the favorite one as the people, especially noble ones, saw that the prince was also an outcast, but people assumed that the Emperor loved his half-sister and didn't have any time for the crown prince.

The crown prince's half-sister or his step-sister, the one destined to die at age 18 was once the Emperor's plan but it seems it backfired when he saw what she really is, just like her mother, his once a lover. The Emperor's true lover (the Emperor is too dumb and blind as fuck that he didn't even know that his lover who is concubine, just used him for the power and frame.).

The one that the emperor loved so much that he kept the kid around, pretty much of the dissatisfied and disagreement of the crown prince's statement.

The Emperor was known to be a cold and tyrant ruler.

A brutal one when it comes to his enemies.

'The crown prince is nothing but the heir of the throne', the Emperor said to his personal knight.

'Nothing but an heir' is what the crown prince thought. He knows, he knows yet can't accept it. He can't win his father's love and affection when it comes to his half-sister. So he stayed quiet and waited for the time to strike down and kill its enemy.

The Emperor loved the half-sister, but when it comes to him, HIS supposed to be a biological child.

The Emperor chose to neglect him and didn't really care about him after the assassination happened that resulted in the Emperor neglecting him. For all the Emperor's care, the heir can die, and the Emperor wouldn't help him or care for him.

After all, there's still one child to own the throne after all.

The crown prince is tired.

Tired of all of this.

If he can just confess everything to him then it would not be this mess..

Especially what happened in the past.

If the Emperor is not that stupid to fall in love with a plastic face of a lotus bitch then this should not be happening at all.

As the crown prince stands at the balcony, staring at the sky, moonlight shines brightly across his face. As he collected his memories then, he jumped off the balcony from the Palace he currently stayed with about 3 floors, he thankfully landed safely on the plant bushes.

The crown prince ran away, ended up lost somewhere, then he sat on the ground and silent crying filled the place as he felt worthless all of the time. But then he heard the noises towards him and when he looked up, he met the "fake duchess" which people talked about.

The fake lady looked at the child (the crown prince is older than the fake duchess btw) and asked. "Um.. Are you okay, why are you crying?"

Then the crown prince quickly wiped his tears and answered, "Y-yeah.. I'm okay..." and then, "by the chance, are you perhaps the new daughter of the duke?" the crown prince asked, the duchess froze in place and then answered in a low voice, "I.. I wouldn't call myself like that..." the duchess said.

The crown prince quickly understood and questioned a different one, like why are you here, and are you somehow lost too? And a bunch of talks right here and then. They started to get comfortable with each other and learn things from each other too, if they have enough time to meet each other that is. They would go to the same place where they first met.

But of course, we can't hide things so easily right?

When the crown prince reached the age of 18, his half-sister 14, there was an accident. Well the crown prince wouldn't call it a "accident".

Day by day the crown prince filled with envy and jealousy and frustration with his half-sister's actions and his father's words. That's when his sister hits her first celebration, the day where people will know about her and might be the day he will be replaced. So he instead had a plan to end his so-called family and end his suffering.

For many years of being miserable and being a mistake and just being neglected by your only biological parent who just chose some insect that isn't even fully blood related.

He chose to kill his father, his half-sister and everyone who served his father and sister.

Even for all the servants who choose to work here, it will be their last day.

They will be killed by his hands and his only hands.

Their end will be in his hands. And no one else.

When the news came of the Emperor's and the second Princess deaths and a massacre happened in the Palace!

The only survivor was the heir of the throne!

He explained in pain and traumatic expression as he tried to explain to the people of the empire that there were some bunch of the people who happened to be assassins and tried to assassinate his family, himself and the people who worked there, and not leave any witnesses.

In desperation, people believe his innocent act.

How funny..

Really people are easy to be fooled with. When the people of the empire believed his words, he smirked a little, happy about what had happened.

This is only the beginning of the terror of the people of the so-called empire.

Especially for the people who hurt his darling duchess..

History repeats itself..

Pt. 2 of In another life + Your reincarnated husband! Headcanon (at the start)

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That was the story from your childhood, you remembered the name...

It was "The fake duchess met the crown prince!"

At first, you thought back then it was a story but it wasn't, the story was called a "novel" you just found out back then, not too long ago.

It was published as a novel book that people read either on the Internet if they don't have the money to buy or the novel book itself.

You once thought that the duchess's past was like you, mistreated by others and neglected by your parents.

But that's okay, since you are already out of that hell hole anyway. That's what it matters..

Anyways, back to the topic, author.

...

Actually the one you talked about was, about the past only, so it means there are still events that are present in time when the duchess and crown prince were teenagers.

Most of the novel was about the duchess' view and then meeting the crown prince and then the next one, will be on the crown prince view. Mostly their childhood memories are shown there, through teenagers and adults where they become official rulers.

(not long enough because the sudden attacks strike in the empire, and it brings tragedy on the day where they're official news of being new rulers.)

The ending of the novel is mostly the end of the fate of two people.

The duchess and the crown prince.

But why does it feel like deja vu?

Like when the fake lady duchess met the crown prince was like...

It felt like you're the one who feels the feelings of the duchess...

But that doesn't matter anymore, probably another feeling of being single or you just felt nostalgic right now.

'Feels like a past life feeling?'

But, that matter should be dealt with later on.

Now, where were you?

Oh right, you just finished the work, great job!

Although it's a waste of time to do all these things..

You, as a reader, lived in an apartment.

You have to move out because your parents said 'you know it's time to move out? You have to learn to be independent, we can't always take care of someone like you.' they said.

Then you take that in your hands, by being an employee, to support your well-being and bills of the apartment you stayed with.

"*Sigh* it's late at night.. I think I have to do this tomorrow morning..." you sighed, feeling tired of the work you have done.

You clean up your table and then, when outside the company you worked with.

When you were walking through the crowded street, blending yourself in there, you suddenly thought of the sequel that the same novel author wrote of "The fake duchess met the crown prince." the sequel called, "We meet by the fate itself once again" where both of the duchess and the crown prince meet, but in the modern world though it's only a short sequel continues the novel story of "The fake duchess met the crown prince".

Where of course both of them knew each other's identity as the duchess and crown prince in their past life.

Because of a simple memory that brought them together once again, but this time is surely a happy ending.

When you were walking down the street, you suddenly bump into someone.

"Ack—!" you hissed at the pain of being bumped into someone, but little did you know, you were about to fall but someone suddenly caught you by holding your waist to support you so that you don't fall down to the ground.

When you open your eyes, your eyes straight look at the person who bumped you and saved you at the same time.

When you look at the person, he looks at you too. But sudden electricity rings from both of your minds.

Then you realize you're still being held.

You blush from the embarrassment and stupidity of not realizing it soon enough.

"Uh.. I'm sorry..." You said, taking small steps and making a space between you two. You look at the guy, the guy looks.. Puzzled? It felt like his thinking before he suddenly realized what's going on.

"Oh.. No, no, it's fine, after all it's probably an accident" he said, giving you an assured smile, you look and then look away because of embarrassment and feeling of awkwardness between you two.

And then he said this,

"If you don't mind me asking.. Have we met before? You looked so familiar yet so unfamiliar..."

You heard him, but then your mind suddenly brings the Flashback when you two felt an electricity together when you and him looked into each other's eyes.

The Flashback was nothing but a glimpse of a man holding a woman in his arms..

The appearance of the man was similar to the guy you accidentally met by bumping.

Even the smile is the same!

Because the man in the Flashback has the same smile!

You didn't reply, the guy looked worried but didn't say anything, he was about to go but you held his arm preventing him from going.

"I do have a memory of a man that looks like you, well glimpse of it.." you said, his wide eyes stare at you.

"You are... No, It can't be... There's no way.." the guy mumbled, the feeling is so familiar to him, it feels like the girl he met was the woman in his dreams and might as well include nightmares.

You don't even process the words you say, it's just like you were being controlled to say that.

"But I am not sure if we have met before." you said after, the guy calmed down, he looked at you, "It's fine, you don't have to... I'm sure in the near future or maybe now, you will be able to regain the memories like i did years ago.." he said to you, smiling gently, holding your hand, it's as if he knew you..

But you are sure that he knows about you.

Well your 'old' you of course, it's funny to know that you were reincarnated after your sudden death.

Without knowing he is also here..

And without knowing you are also a character that doesn't even exist.

Well, apparently he is also the same thing as you.

You smile as if all the memories that are from your old life are regained within you, you smile at him knowing that you two will be at peace now.

"Where the hell have you been in the past years..?" you asked, hugging him, your once-a-husband that died in your arms, came back alive this time.

"haha, I'm sorry if I'm late, my darling wife.." he said accepting your hugs, he knows your suffering, after all you two seek comfort together.

"Humph whatever, what's the matter is that you're here once again"

"I'm also happy for you to remember me and our past life though you regained it faster than me.." He pouted looking at you. "But, I'm sure you, no—we will have happiness this time."

He said as he looked at you with a long-lost same loving eyes again, you smile,

"Yes, we will."

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Now, the two lovers at last can rest assured.

After all, fate is the one who brought the two destined lovers.

The old true lovers who died because of its tragedy are now living their best lives in the world.

But, history may repeat itself once again.

EXPLANATION PART!

(Pt.1) In another life & History repeats itself, explanation about the past and how the story goes through.

The main male Protagonists : The HUSBAND

*The heir & the crown prince.

*Inheriting the throne after he was massacred and lying to the public saying, 'there's a assassination happening inside the Palace'.

*Born with royal blood and is a biological child and has a step-sister.

*The Emperor, his father, has a one-sided love for his mother, the previous Empress; she died while protecting him, their son from the assassination. And then the Emperor falls in love with the viscountess lady from the viscount family (before the assassination). So the viscountess lady becomes a concubine and soon enough has a child, who is his step-sister. The viscountess desperately wants a child so she could be the empress (bc she also wants to take down the previous Empress, who is still alive at that time. By making the Emperor divorce the Empress and her being the new empress. But that didn't work at all, as the biological child heard her plans and poisoned her after her pregnancy happened, and after the assassination.)

*The assassination happened when the viscountess lady can't take her anger off and send someone (plus the back ups cuz the Empress is not someone to underestimate with, as what people thought of her).

*And then, the sudden suicide death of the concubine which is the viscountess lady, was reached to the public, was killed by the poison after the assassination and the pregnancy happened. (it wasn't a suicide death)

(so what happened was:

-> The Emperor's one-sided love towards the Empress and falling in love with the viscountess lady.

-> The viscountess lady becomes the concubine and she clearly does not want that position but alas, it's the first step of her wanting to be an empress.

-> Has the time being passed by, the viscountess lady seduces the Emperor into making out and making him favor her more than his actual wife.

->The Empress was left out to take care of the child along with her loyal servants and soon, the first child born with royal blood was born at the age of five.

-> And then the assassination happens, as u can see above, the viscountess lady has enough and finally sends some assassins to kill her but she saw, through her living in the Palace, it wasn't easy to kill the Empress.

-> Few months after the assassination was ended and also the Empress's death. The biological child was seen walking through the hall, about to go to the room where the emperor stayed. He suddenly heard the viscountess lady, the Emperor's concubine, saying about the incident happened few months ago, and said it was her plan to become the Emperor's new wife and empress; her saying that her child should be the crown princess not him, as his looks reminded her of his mother. The viscountess lady was currently pregnant at that time, so he waited for the child to be born and after the pregnancy, a few weeks passed by, the death of the viscountess lady was spread around the empire.

-> Few days before the viscountess lady will give birth to the half-blood royal child which is his step-sister. The child of the Emperor and the pervious Empress plans to poison the viscountess lady's drinks and foods; order the servants to put poison on each foods or drinks she will get her hands on after she will gave birth to a so-called royal child and threatening them that if they told the viscountess lady or the Emperor that it was him who did it, not only he will fired them but also kill them along with their families, he isn't a heir or a Crown Prince for nothing. (this is the one of reason why people called him a brutal and cruel Prince for not being a favored one, they say, (ง'̀-'́)ง)

-> The servants of the pervious Empress couldn't do anything but to go along with the plan of the crown prince, 9 months had been passed after pregnancy happened, and this was the time where the Prince made his move, that is by ordering the servants to put a poison on everything that will slowly kill the concubine.

(who actually should become a empress the day after the Empress died but the Emperor was upset by what happen so the plan of the concubine was on hold; the time where the neglected and got blamed is also happened, in short the Emperor's hatred towards his own son and blamed & neglecting to his own son started at this time also I feel like this bitch is regret something..ಠ_ಠ)

-> And another death happened, words was spreading around the empire, some people said, the concubine dies because of someone poisoning her but no body was suspected at that time, then some of them said she dies giving birth, even tho she already done with the pregnancy but the Emperor didn't reveal it as much as the concubine disliked and denied the idea.

-> Though nobody knows who's real or not. The Emperor doesn't suspect any other than the poison. Though he doesn't know who really did it..

-> Now, the present is slowly approaching, the royal half-blood child who's related to the Emperor and his biological child, was now at age of 6 and is lost somewhere near the Emperor's palace and she wasn't aware of it, she was just looking around, trying to go back to the Palace where her mother once lived and died.

And the rest is history itself, (jk) the rest of it is shown in the novel itself. The thing is that in the novel, they only mentioned the mothers of the two siblings and mostly the one who cares abt them is the Emperor, (but since he's a bastard one, a blind fucking stupid, delusional one) he isn't really a good father.

And it isn't really explained, it's complicated like the writer here for example. This shit work draft should be, at least be done if they're just a motivated person but guess what? In real life stuff has been a shitty work only wasted time for them.

(literally here just want this to be done honestly (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ))

Also the side note/additional information: The Emperor & the Empress only has a political marriage, they aren't really loved each other since the empress is only used to pregnant a heir

(in short, the Emperor forced his way to the Empress without her consent).

And her family was a kingdom, 'was' the family of her, send her to the empire cuz in her kingdom, if a woman, a female child who got birth in a kingdom-bloodline is considered bad luck to the kingdom. So men there are considered as someone who will bring the kingdom a better one, in other words, they're considered as a superior especially if they have a family, a man, the father should be the one to follow and obey. While the female ones are y'know being treated as a slave or someone who is used to impregnate a male child, not female.

So her family sends her to the empire and marry the current emperor, which is the Emperor (honestly it's the bastard for me). The Emperor on the other hand is a handsome but bastard shit (but no one knows, bc he's a two face one, and the heir got his two-face phase shit. TAT..).

He isn't really in love with the Empress, but fell hard on the fucking lotus bitch (╬≖_≖) and yeah, i hope you knew how the story goes now cuz really this is the only thing this writer can give you.

Manhwa inspiration:

Who made me a princess

And a little inspired by 'The remarried empress'?

(really it's just that the viscountess lady has the same personality as rashta so not sure yet. Let's just say, its the personality not the social life bc the viscountess lady is from countess family so please don't attack me---)

Author's notes: Parentheses are the writer's way of communicating in a safe way, i think?

viscountess lady = The concubine

Empress = The once a princess

Emperor = The cruel & tyrant ruler with the attitude of an asshole.

Biological child = The crown prince & The heir of the throne

Step-sister of the biological child = second in line of the throne, and the viscountess lady's child (& the Emperor)

(Pt. 2) In another life & History repeat itself, explanation about the past and how the story goes through.

The Female Protagonist: The WIFE

*Known as the 'fake duchess' or 'fake lady duchess'

*Got adopted by the Duke to replace his once a lovely daughter.

*Ever since child, her mother died when giving birth to her. Leaving her with herself to take care of.

*Once she got adopted by the duke, she thought she would have a feeling of being loved. But that hope was crushed when she knew that she can't replace their heart that is full of void, losing their beloved real daughter. Because she's just an 'illegitimate child'. And a replacement of the position of a once 'Duchess'

*She first got hatred by her brothers, and her 'father' neglected her, won't even glance at her and help her when she's in desperate danger of society.

*Because of her 'brat-acts' or in other words, spoiled brat-acts, her reputation was ruined. Just because she spilled tea and hit a teen noble lady in a tea party and since then her reputation kept ruined by the time wherever she went, people kept looking at her disgust and hatred looks and always spreading a fake rumor of her.

(FUN FACT: THE WIFE'S BACK STORY IS ALREADY ON STORY OF 'IN ANOTHER LIFE' PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING IS THE WIFE'S STORY OR THE 'EMPRESS')

*She used to admire her step-brothers.. But now she hates them. She hated them because when she needed them, they didn't help her. Instead they both glared at her in a cold way.

*Hell, even the servants there. Even if they know they shouldn't disrespect the one they served but yet they go against it.. She hated it.. She hates it, the fact that she has the power yet she doesn't have the authority to at least be herself. She wanted to shout out, but she knew nobody would hear her shouts.

*Days, weeks, and months went by.. Her realization came to her, she now realizes that nobody really is willing to give her the love that she once wished to have.

*By then, she knew she was nothing but a fool to everyone's view..

*Until she met the crown prince. The situation when she met the crown prince was okay, but not really what she expected, guess the rumors about him were wrong. She and the crown prince always hang out at the same place they first met, and would also talk through writing letters.

*Soon enough of time, the duchess grows with determination, clearing and gaining her reputation again, the problems that involve her, and she, working properly like a duchess she is. Through her hard work, it paid off, having trusted workers, along with a good reputation that speaks nothing but the truth.

(I truly don't want to detail everything but let's say, your family felt the guilt since the wife isn't what she was before especially (her) father of the Duke. Her and her step-brothers somehow get along but in reality, she was just faking the -'get along'- since she needs the support through her family members first. The Duke's family never know that their daughter or sister has already met the crown prince and even build a strong relationship (its friendship, everyone TAT) but the first brother is suspicious towards it but denies the feeling. AND after the massacre that happened in the Palace, did the wife know? Well... Of course she knows, as I said in Pt. 2 the two of them seek comfort and information from each other. BUT she didn't knew about killing spare that the crown prince made (which is killing everyone who despite and loves the duchess))

(NOW LET'S TALK ABT THE MAIN TOPIC OF THE 'IN ANOTHER LIFE & HISTORY REPEAT ITSELF'. THE STORY IS ABOUT THE HISTORY OF THE TWO NOBLES. THE ONCE A CROWN PRINCE AND A ONCE A DUCHESS. IN PART 1, IT TALKS ABOUT THE PAST OF THE TWO NOBLES AND IN THE START IS WHERE THE END OF THE 'STORY' OF THE TWO NOBLES. IN READER-INSERT, IT'S MOSTLY YOUR POV TALKING ABOUT THE 'STORY' ITSELF. AND MOVING FORWARD TO THE PART 2 IS WHERE YOU FOUND A MEMORIES SOON TO KNOW ABOUT THE 'PAST LIFE' MOSTLY KNOWING WHAT YOU ARE IS.

BUT ONE THING IS DIFFERENT, WHAT IS IT? ITS BOTH OF TRANSMIGRATION AND REINCARNATION. BUT IN TRANSMIGRATION IT'S QUITE DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I WAS PLANNING FOR THE STORY PLOT SINCE I PREFER NOT TO GO IN DETAILS TOO MUCH BUT IT'S ALSO MY FAULT NOT TOO T-T

ANYWAY, HERE'S THE EXPLANATION ABOUT THE WIFE AND THE READER ITSELF,

-> BOTH THE WIFE AND THE READER HAS THE SAME SOUL, SO BOTH OF THEM CAN CHANGE EACH OTHER'S BODIES.

-> SO LIKE, IF THE WIFE LOST CONSCIOUS, SO DOES THE READER, THEN THE WIFE & READER SWITCH SOUL, LIKE THE READER'S SOUL WILL GO TO THE BODY OF THE WIFE AND WHEN THE WIFE'S BODY GAINED THE CONSCIOUSNESS, THE READER IS MOSTLY THE ONE WHO WILL CONTROL THE WIFE'S BODY. IT'S THE SAME WAY AS THE WIFE'S SITUATION TOO. AND BY REMEMBERING THINGS LIKE HOW THEY LIVED IN THEIR OWN, THEY WILL SLOWLY GAIN THE MEMORIES BY EITHER SLEEPING OR A SUDDEN HEADACHE.

NOW I KNOW YOU WILL BE HAVING A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS BUT! IN THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY, IT EXPLAINS THAT THE WIFE'S BODY DIES BC OF SUICIDE (NOT ACTUALLY BUT SHE KILLED HERSELF SO YEAH) SO IS THE READER STILL CONTINUES TO GO INSIDE THE WIFE'S BODY? THE ANSWER IS BASICALLY A NO. WHY? BC THE WIFE'S BODY IS DEAD. MEANS IT WILL NOT CONTINUE TO BE LIVED ESPECIALLY SINCE THE TWO SOULS ARE SOMEHOW CONNECTED, THERE'S A POSSIBILITY THAT THERE WILL BE ONE SOUL GONE AND ONE SOUL ALIVE.

SO THE DUCHESS'S OR WIFE'S SOUL TRANSFERRED TO THE READER'S BODY AND THE READER ITSELF STAYED IN THEIR OWN BODY LIKE THE BOTH SOUL IS SHARING THE SAME BODY SINCE ITS ONLY THE RESOURCE THEY BOTH HAVE. MOSTLY THE READER'S SOUL IS INSIDE BUT THE DUCHESS'S IS THE ONE TO CONTROL THE BODY, WITH THE HELP OF THEIR MEMORIES, THE DUCHESS WAS ABLE TO REMEMBER HER 'DEAR HUSBAND'.

SO.. IN THE PART 2 BTW, THE READER'S SOUL IS STILL ASLEEP AND THE HUSBAND ALSO GAINED THEIR MEMORIES BC OF THE DREAMS AS WELL AS THE NIGHTMARES.

ACTUALLY THE STORY SHOULD BE TALK ABT THE 'REINCARNATED HUSBAND' SINCE I THOUGHT IT WILL BE A GREAT HEADCANON AND IS ACTUAL TITLE BEFORE IT GOT REMOVED BUT SINCE IT BECAME A STORY OPPOSITE TO WHAT I WAS PLANNED BUT HEY I THINK IT TURNED OUT OKAY? BUT PLEASE I KNOW SOME OF YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT THE 'TRANSMIGRATION IS THE SAME AS THE REINCARNATION' I KNOW THAT, I JUST MAKE IT LIKE THAT KIND OF IDEA SINCE I VERY LIKED IT. AS MUCH AS I RESPECT AND DON'T MIND WHAT YOU GUYS COMMENT ON PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS JUST A WORK OF FANFICTION WHICH IS CREATED BY ME. THOUGH I DON'T KNOW IF THIS ACTUALLY EXPLAINS THE SHIT STORY HONESTLY TAT)

MANHWA INSPIRATION:

DEATH IS THE ONLY ENDING FOR THE VILLAINESS/ VILLAINS ARE DESTINED TO DIE.

THE REASON WHY RAELIANA ENDED UP AT THE DUKE'S MANSION.

Duke = The Head of the household

The Two step-brothers = One is the Heir and one is a General Captain.

The Fake lady duchess = A Once empress, ruler and the Fake duchess, illegitimate child.

The lovely daughter of the Duke = The child of the Duke who went missing for no reason.

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A/N: Everyone! As i told you before this is a merged post as i promised. And bc of my decision visit my wattpad pf bc i would not be active here anymore, but i still be having it in my phone but if my phone can't handle anymore then i be removing it, thank you and here it is:

#Imagines #transmigration #Reincarnation #reader insert #x reader #Headcanon #in another life #& History repeat itself #modern era #HusbandxWife #scenarios #Manhwa inspired #incarnation #yandere behavior #Merged post #+explanation post #Historical period #Reincarnated Husband #Transmigration Wife

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deunmiu-dessie · 5 months ago

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ⅺ▬ ⁽ 𝓋𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒⁾ ¹

part two

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₈ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : slightly edited, talk of past sexual assault ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : i had to split this into two parts! it’s giving very much manhwa vibes!

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎ : your elder half-sister is to be married to the mysterious and supposed tyrannical duke kallisto de ardelean, on word of the emperor. with your sister no longer having her chastity and being scared to lose his daughter, your father, marquis bastian, and your elder half-brother, tommen devise a plan to send you in her stead.

꒰m!vampire₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

the sound of cutlery grating against one another makes anxiety coil taut within your belly, the emotion mischievously swimming its way upwards to form a burning mordant taste within the base of your throat; bile threatening to ascend and expel from your mouth. your nerves are strung tight like a bow, bending, pulling, hurting- waiting to be disentangled from its stretch; but to no avail. the persistent, uneasy ache pulsing through your veins causes your head to throb and pound uncomfortably - the onset of a migraine looming.

the clinking of silverware becomes a symphony of discomfort, each scrape, and clatter adding to the cacophony that fills the room. it becomes increasingly difficult to focus on anything else, as the unease consumes your thoughts and senses. the atmosphere feels suffocating, as if the tension in the air is tangible.

you find yourself longing for a moment of respite, a break from the relentless discomfort. but it eludes you, leaving you trapped in this sea of unease. the storm within you rages on, its intensity growing with each passing second.

'when will this be over?' you muse sourly, stumbling to hold in a huff of frustration and discomfort; the stinging, scalding gazes of your siblings and attendants are alight with contempt and taunting humor- directed at you. the sensation sends a chill skittering down your backbone, a chill so frigid that goosebumps begin to blanket your skin like a fresh layer of december frost; intricate and icy.

as you sit there, the weight of their judgment bears down on you, pressing against your chest and making it difficult to breathe. the room seemed to close around you, the walls closing in like a vise, trapping you in a suffocating bubble of scrutiny. the air is heavy with tension, each second ticking by like an eternity, as if time itself had slowed down to magnify your discomfort.

and you find that removing your eyes from the bowl of lukewarm soup in front of you to meet their disdainful faces, was nigh impossible. unthinkable. so instead you remain fixated on the porcelain dish, undisturbed by the tiny grains of sand scattered at the bottom, swirling lazily in the stew.

'this again?' you ponder silently, before being startled by the tinkling laughter that fills the room.

for a fleeting moment, your gaze flickers upward to scan the dining hall at the soft, girlish snickering; finding the venomous eyes of your elder sister staring right back at you. your glossy eyes quickly find solace in the sandy, savory depths of the bowl of soup below you once more. your fingers weaving jointly underneath the table, nails turning pale as the vice grip of your extremities coil, trying to strangle one another. you felt like a rat trapped within a burning bucket with nowhere to go, fated to die-but how badly you wanted to gnaw your way out to freedom.

"oh my, dear sister, you've hardly touched your food."

your back molars clench against the tender flesh of your cheek at the attention, your body cowering back into the delicate velvet chair underneath you, praying to be devoured whole. with trembling hands, you nervously rub your dewy palms against the faded blue fabric of your dress, causing it to darken with the touch of moisture. it was as if your very nerves had been set ablaze as you could now feel the disconcerting stare of your father branding the side of your cheek.

your soft but prevalent ebbeton accent cuts through the tense atmosphere like a sharpened blade, the gazes of the room bleeding into your skin.

"i find myself lacking an appetite this evening," you emit softly, offering a forced smile to your elder sister in an attempt to pacify her. you’re not surprised when aerith’s thin upper lip curls into a snarl, downturned eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing. anything that you did; that defied her orders, usually triggered aerith to taunt and beat you. there was no winning when it came to the girl, you had figured that out when you were just a child.

not expecting your reply, aerith’s narrow upper lip curls into a vexed snarl, downturned eyes tightening and eyebrows drawing near to each other. 'who the hell does she think she is?' a forced, cruel smile encases aerith’s mouth, golden spirals of silken hair dancing over her shoulders as she slants her head in an opposing manner. the blonde is only aggravated further at your curt, almost blank expression. "it'd be a waste for you to not at least take a bite, don't you think?"

she leaned in closer, her eyes boring into yours, daring you to defy her. the room seemed to grow colder, the atmosphere heavy with tension. aerith knew that she had the upper hand, that she had the ability to make your already hellish life, worse. and she reveled in it. the power she possessed, the control she exerted over others, was intoxicating. she was not one to be underestimated, and she made sure you knew it.

the intense thrumming of your fearful heart reverberates throughout your body, anxiety substituting the boiling blood surging through your veins. you swallow the orb of tension that's wedged its way into your throat and dig your almond-shaped nails into your thighs, a flimsy smile painted onto your lips. "i simply do not feel hungry tonight, sister," you reply calmly, though your heart pounds in your ears. "surely that is not a crime."

your sister's eyes narrow, her fury evident in the furrowed lines on her forehead. you can almost taste the outrage, mingling with the metallic tang of fear on your tongue.

"(y/n)."

you flinch back into your seat at the boisterous sound of your father's voice, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow, shakily you pick up the rickety spoon, a far cry from the elegant silverware adorning the table. with trembling hands, you cautiously dip the spoon into the soup, the loose pieces of sand giggling at your misery. slowly the spoon ascends to your lips- before three sharp knocks echo throughout the dining hall. every malicious, joyously cruel gaze, flits to the door. your father, never one to be unnerved, dabs at his lips with his napkin and clears his throat. "enter."

the heavy oak doors are gradually pulled open by two knights who stand guard at opposing ends. the assailant quickly waltzes into the room, his face, pale and drawn, betrays the weight of his duty. beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, glistening like tiny diamonds in the candlelight. his disheveled attire, once pristine and regal, now hangs loosely on his frame, evidence of the tumultuous journey he has endured to reach this moment. settled upon his spindly hand is a slender silver tray, which carries a letter.

“-and what is the cause for you interrupting the household dinner, boy? "

the man choked back a shuddering breath and with a graceful yet urgent stride, he approaches the grand mahogany table at the center of the room, halting just in front of your father, lowering into a ninety-degree bow and thrusting the salver forward.

"a letter from the imperial palace..." the boy's tentative voice trails off for a moment, hesitant to declare the rest of the announcement. your father observed the scene with a stoic expression, his piercing gaze fixed upon the man before him, before he rolls his eyes, picking up his utensils once more. "well? out with it then.”

“- it's closed with the emperor's seal, my lord.”

all respire within the room seemed to come to a standstill, the birds did not dare to chirp and the wind was not brave enough to howl. the silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the faint sound of your father's labored breaths. as the seconds ticked by, the room seems to hold its breath, waiting for marquis bastian to break the silence. finally, your father gently places his utensils aside and swiftly grasps the letter, his fingers trembling with a mixture of anticipation and unease. clearly, some things could unnerve marquis bastian, you thought, as you surreptitiously returned the spoon to its rightful place upon the table.

popping the seal, your father glides the letter from the envelope delicately, unfurling the piece of paper to allow his eyes to glaze over the contents. yet, with each passing second his eyelids draw back to showcase the whites of his eyes, his fingers digging into the paper with a mix of shock, disbelief, or perhaps even anger. you can't quite discern his emotions. your father, marquis bastian, was a man known for his unwavering composure and unshakeable resolve. his presence alone commanded respect and admiration, and it was a rare sight indeed to witness him unsettled.

his usually stoic face contorted with a myriad of emotions, his brows furrowing and his lips trembling ever so slightly. the room seemed to grow colder, as if the air itself was affected by his sudden unease. you watched in silence, your heart pounding in your chest, as your father's grip on the letter tightened, his knuckles turning white. the seconds stretched into minutes, and still, your father remained frozen in his chair, his eyes fixed on the damning words before him.

tommen, your eldest brother, swallows thickly at father's silence, the hairs on the back of his neck at attention and his leg bouncing nervously underneath the table. "father, what ails you?" marquis bastian was distraught, so much so in fact, that he ran a wrinkling hand down his face, head falling into his open palm. the patriarch of the house clears his throat and sets the paper back onto the tray.

"a-aerith. your engagement has been decided by the emperor."

tommen's heart sinks at his father's words. your elder sister, forever the oblivious blonde; and incapable of reading the room, beams happily and clasps her hands together, head tilting to the side with a whimsical, distant gaze in her eyes. "oh! who is it, daddy? a duke? a marquis?—" the girl trails off with a gasp and places a soft, small hand over her mouth, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. "could it be the prince?! oh, daddy, say something! who is it?!"

tommen's eyes follow his father's every movement, his own anxiety growing with each passing second. he watches as his father clears his throat, a sign of his struggle to find the right words. your father, still in dismay, doesn't even attempt to soothe aerith as he breaks the news to her, his gaze empty, like a vast, swarthy sea of water without end.

"duke kallisto de ardelean."

you watch in confusion as her smile slowly fades, her pretty, sparkling jade eyes seem to dull, the vibrant hue that once adorned her rosy cheeks now fades away, leaving behind a pallid complexion that betrays the absence of her usual vivacity.

the blonde's daze is shattered in an instant as she forcefully pushes herself away from the table, her hands crashing down on the sturdy oak surface, her nails leaving marks. "no! i won't do it, you cannot make me!" your father's lips are set into a thin line and despite aerith looking to him for answers, for hope that only his words can bring, his expression is unreadable; and for a moment, something dark and enraged unfurls within the blonde's stomach, threatening to consume her.

"daddy? say something!"

tommen, always the mediator, attempts to smooth over the situation. "aerith, sit, let father think for a moment— hm?" your eldest brother can't help but add an encouraging whirr at the end of his demand after seeing his sister's frightened gaze; a sight that tugs at his heart agonizingly. aerith reluctantly tumbles into her chair, reddened cheeks cushioned by clammy palms; her nails digging into her scalp worriedly. "brother, do something."

tommen's jaw ticked in annoyance- frustration. there was no way aerith would survive at duke ardelean's home, particularly because of her licentious behavior and absence of subordination. with aerith's lack of chastity, she was nothing but used, damaged goods— not even a puppet to be utilized. ( she would've been better off marrying a count, someone she could manipulate and break faith with. ) sending her off to kallisto would do nothing but insult the ardelean household and bring disgrace to their family for generations to come.

tommen's love for his sister was undeniable, and he couldn't bear to see her endure humiliation or worse. he refused to stand idly by and witness the downfall of his family, the destruction of everything they had worked so hard to build.

slight motion from his peripheral causes tommen's head to turn slightly in its direction, catching sight of your dingy garments and absence of etiquette. ‘ah, the bastard.' he thought to himself. watching as your back straightens immediately when his viridian-colored gaze flits to your slouched figure. there is a bottomless sea of revulsion whirling like a hurricane within its depths and you grip your right arm tightly, nails digging into your flesh; scarring it with crescent moons, a desperate attempt to maintain composure, to keep yourself afloat in the face of his disdain.

but despite your best efforts- you seemed to drown. the contempt in tommen's eyes remained unwavering. his judgment was etched into his features, a constant reminder of the vast chasm that separated you. in that moment, you were acutely aware of your place in his world, forever relegated to the outskirts, forever branded as the outsider.

"father, if I may?"

marquis bastian looks toward his son, lips thinned and face weary. he was without a doubt, lost on what to do the thought of losing his little girl to such a man, made his stomach churn and ache.

tommen drags his gaze away from you and locks eyes with marquis bastian; he's tentative, uncertain if the solution that he's come to would assuage his father. but, he takes a deep breath and explains.

"aerith has been out of high society for years now, after the incident with count aslan's daughter, and there were only a few witnesses at the happening.” tommen begins gradually, making sure that his father is mindful of every little detail. "truly-she's not even talked about within social circles anymore."

your father grunts in agreement, shooting a scalding gaze at his immature (but loveable) daughter at the reminder of the mishap. the blonde's pout deepens and she crosses her arms over her chest in childish defiance.

“duke kallisto has never gone to any social gatherings before and he's been away at the northern border for about the same period, perhaps even longer, with his eldest son joining him only a couple of months ago. he would have no idea who aerith is." marquis bastian's eyebrows furrow deeply, producing wrinkles in-between his thick, graying brows.

tommen watches as the cogs turns in his father's head. “'it's official only on paper and since duke kallisto has never come to any social setting and no one knows what he looks like, i doubt there will be a public wedding, especially since he's currently at the northern border leading the knights."

marquis bastian's eyes widen and he finds his son's viridian gaze. “are you saying—” tommen nods quickly, leaning back in his seat. “if we send the bastard, they'd be none the wiser."

all eyes narrow on you, calculating and cold, it raises goosebumps on your skin, hinders your breath, and makes you break out in a cold sweat.

a small voice inside you yearned to protest, to expose the sheer madness of their 'scheme', warning that it would only lead to the gruesome demise of the entire family for treason. but, what right did you have to speak? you were nothing but a bastard, a child conceived out of unwilling sex, brought into this world by a maid who was promptly cast aside the moment you took your first breath.

you were raised in the shadows, hidden away from the prying eyes of society, forced to serve the family that had abandoned you. your existence was a constant reminder of their shame, a living testament to their sins. and yet, despite the cruelty and neglect you endured, a flicker of defiance burned within you. but fear held you back. fear of retribution, of being cast out into the cold, unforgiving world. fear of the unknown, of what lay beyond the walls of the only home you had ever known.

you were a mere puppet, a marionette manipulated by the hands of those who saw you as nothing more than a means to an end. your existence was reduced to a tool, easily discarded when it no longer served its purpose. it was a fitting fate, since commoner blood surged through your veins. you were forever destined to be overlooked and discarded.

lips thinning you watch as your fathers face flushes with the color he lost while reading the letter, no longer tense as he nods his head in agreement with tommen. he lets out a deep hum before locking eyes with his son. “that might just work.” marquis bastian absently strokes his beard before giving a decisive nod. “we’ll have to start the process quickly. with how she is now…” he trails off prompting you to hastily blink back the tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks.

“hajorld, send a letter to madame kilsby.”

all eyes fix upon aerith as she emits a disbelieving whimper. “daddy! that’s not fair, you promised that madame kilsby would teach me! you swore,” her voice, sharp and grating, causes marquis bastian’s face to pinch into one of anger. “had you not spread your legs like some common whore, aerith, i would not be forced to take this action."

aerith's heart sank at her father's accusing words. she had been looking forward to learning from madame kilsby for months, only to have her hopes dashed in an instant. the disappointment was palpable in the air as she struggled to hold back tears, her rose-tinted lips pressing together as she slumps back in her seat. your father sighs deeply and picks back up his cutlery. “may the gods have mercy on us."

"chin up!"

you wince softly at the abrupt pain that blooms bitterly across your calf, the skin puckering and swollen from the harsh, periodic whipping of madame kilsby. stiffly your chin lifts upwards. the heavy books that make a home on the top of your head for the time being, quiver- as if they are walking bare within the frigid december air; waiting to topple.

her aging hand presses deftly into your lower back, fixing your posture once more with a soft hum, assessing, watching. she observes as you prance forward, wobbly within your heels but nonetheless ideal, given the time frame in which your lessons had begun.

"to me."

as gracefully as you can, you turn to face madame kilsby in all her beautiful glory and for the second time this lesson, your breath catches briefly in your throat. you gaze at her shamelessly, taking in her red tresses, which like a dancing flame, curl atop her head; her green eyes, the color of luscious green forests, are deep, enchanting, and dangerous.

the smell of her perfume is sweet (but not too much so) and floral, with just a whiff of spice she is a woman to behold, and you do so often. with a barely-there breath, you walk back towards her, feet aching within the shoes given to you. if your form is off, it doesn't show on her face. you come to a stop in front of madame kilsby and she locks gazes with you, the corners of her mouth curl up, she's pleased— it makes her all the more inviting.

"good y/n, i'm impressed."

an apprehensive smile caresses your lips, brightening your typical apathetic beauty, and madame kilsby, finds you charming even more so. the older woman clears her throat softly and gently removes the hefty books from the top of your head, setting them onto the table next to her with a thump.etiquette and most other teachings usually are taught to children at a young age; that way it evolves almost into a second nature for them. since you were born out of wedlock and worst of all to a maid, a woman of no noble origin- you had been cast aside, as there was no need for a bastard to learn anything.

madame kilsby had been reluctant to teach you, the first couple of days you could perceive her ridicule, her apprehension. yet, just as quickly as it came, it went, the hostility, the backhanded compliments, every scornful thing she had done while teaching you the first three days, seemed irrelevant.

you, she concluded, are her most promising student. you heed her words, obey, and watch diligently. you emulate, take, and evolve her teachings to fit your technique. your unwavering, confident blank gaze and features add to the feminine, mysterious ambiance that seems to encompass you. seeing you take shape had been breathtaking for madame kilsby.

she had never seen such rapid progress in a student before, especially one who had been deemed unworthy of her teachings. your determination and quick wit impressed her, and she found herself looking forward to each lesson with you.

"there is nothing left for me to teach you now. as you've soaked up every bit of knowledge that i could provide. and beautifully so." the curvature of your lips pull downward, and madame kilsby watches as your features return back to their typical apathetic look.

'i have two days left before being shipped off to duke ardelean's home.’ you think sourly,briefly escaping your anxious musings to offer a distracted smile towards madame kilsby. "thank you, truly."

the woman inclines her head and gently rests a hand upon your cheek. "let me know if there's anything i can do for you, child, if it's within my power to do so, it will be done."

'would it be wrong to ask her to stab me with a knife? probably.' and just like that, in two days, you would be shipped off to your death.

two days later

the ride to the ardelean estate is hell on wheels, you believe. your body is sore from your unduly tense posture, and your bum aches continually at every hobble and wobble of the carriage, it doesn't help that the corset that you had been forced into (and not delicately either) makes it all the harder to draw breath.

the carriage had been riding all day to get to the estate on time, a staggering eleven-hour ride- where you most definitely couldn't get any rest even if you had tried. it feels like an eternity before the carriage pulls to a stop.

"my lady, we're here."

your nerves are scorched, set ablaze with fear and unease and it engulfs your body in a flame so searing that you find yourself airing your face. the door opens slowly and you swallow down the squeal of dread that tries to claw its way out of your throat, you place your hands comfortably on your lap, back straightening despite the sting of pain it brings and face blanking.

a large palm facing upwards comes into your peripheral and you place your own gloved hand into it, stepping out of the carriage door, on a stepping stool, and finally onto the gravel. your eyes adjust to the brightness of outside before the estate comes into focus, and it's enormous, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of it. the structure is beautiful in its own haunted way.

"welcome to the ardelean estate, lady fureio."

the monotonous chorus of voices surprises you, your body jolting softly, it leaves your heart to thump laboriously in your chest; eyes finally narrowing in on the attendants of the estate, the head maid and butler stand front and center, eyes cordial and seemingly all-knowing.

your smile is small, reluctant— yet warm nonetheless, you tip your head downwards in greeting, swallowing thickly, palms beginning to moisten and skin warming at your nervousness. "thank you."

a smile brightens the head maids face, her plump but sagging cheeks flushing a soft, lovely hue of red. "my name is esmerelda, i will escort you inside my lady, to get you settled in." she watches with rapt attention as you exhale shakily, nodding, "that would be great esmerelda, thank you."

her countenance swiftly adopts a stern expression as she directs her attention to the two knights positioned behind her. if they have a problem with carrying your luggage, it remains imperceptible upon their visage. without hesitation, they proceed to retrieve your possessions from the rear of the carriage and carefully carry them into the grand estate ahead, their armor clanking softly with each step.

you don't own many thing, only a few dresses (which weren't much to look at) a singular pair of worn shoes, and a couple of hairpieces that were fraying at their ends. while marquis bastian had paid for your etiquette lessons and other teachings— he was adamant about not spending much else after that. which was quite foolish of him now that you thought back to it.

the woman watches them intently, her eyes sharp. as the knights disappear into the castle, the woman turns back to you with a slight nod of approval. "they will ensure your belongings are safely stored in your chambers," she says, her voice firm but not unkind.

you offer a gentle smile and a slight nod, gracefully aligning yourself with her stride as she beckons you to accompany her into the estate. she trails in front of you slightly, as you two walk past the maids stationed outside for your welcoming.

"where is the little lord?"

"i couldn't find him this morning."

"young master calix skipped sword training as well."

esmerelda's stern gaze quickly has them hushed, their chins tucking against their chests pitifully, your lips purse softly as you comb through your head for lost details on the ardelean household, following slowly behind esmerelda.

kallisto de ardelean is a father to three boys, the eldest son: azur, who recently turned seventeen, joined kallisto a couple of months back at the frontier to help with the north's demon subjugation. he, along with kallisto, wouldn't be home for a while.

atreyu, kallisto's fifteen-year-old middle child is learning at the academy and finishing up his second year. and because winter is coming, atreyu's company would be expected in a couple of weeks from now.

you pause momentarily in your thoughts. not much is known about kallosto's last son, as he is too young to participate in any social gatherings, and too young for the academy, not even his name is known, well, you supposed now that you knew it.

calix de ardelean.

"it's been a long ride has it not? shall i have a bath drawn for you?"

you were exhausted, eyes laden, and breath slightly shallow from the ill-fitting corset that adorned your figure. you wanted to sleep, needed it even; yet the prospect of a warm bath followed by donning a comfortable nightgown seemed even more appealing.

“that’d be perfect esmerelda, thank you.” you can hear the smile in her voice as she responds back to you. “of course, my lady.”

the two of you make your way through a corridor after a long trek up a flight of stairs, it’s adorned with paintings. they're eerie yet exquisite; gloomy and desolate. the paintings seem to come alive as you walk past them, their eyes following your every move. the brushstrokes are so vivid and lifelike that you can almost feel the emotions emanating from the canvas. it's as if the artists poured their souls into each piece, leaving a lingering presence that sends shivers down your spine. the colors are so vibrant and the details so intricate that it's hard to believe they were created by mere human hands.

however, one catches your gaze, steals your breath away even— as if time stands still as you lock eyes with the portrait.

“who is he?”

your mouth opens before you can dissuade yourself and esmerelda turns to face you, watching as you shamelessly gaze deeply at the painting, lips parted and almost breathless. you're not sure how the painter is able to capture the aura that surrounds the man perfectly— but they do and it's monarchial... terrifying.

his tresses are long and ebony; framing his face delicately, his lips are ruby in color- inviting; and his skin is pale as porcelain. the man's eyes are the color of freshly spilled blood, they gleam with an all-knowingness that warms your skin and strips you bare. you find it almost impossible to drag your gaze away from the painting, he's quite literally the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

"that is duke kallisto, my lady."

you whip around to face her, eyebrows furrowing and heart thumping desperately within your chest, nearly pounding out of your ribcage, your ebbeton accent thickens as you speak, a look of clear disbelief in your eyes. "truly?" when she nods in confirmation you step forward and touch the portraits golden frame, trailing your fingers lower to trace over the cursive letters of duke kallisto's name. realizing how peculiar you must look, you quickly pull your hand to your chest; face warming in embarrassment.

“shall we get going?”

ardelean estate

the next day

calix de ardelean was a curious child.

his transgressions usually got him into trouble with his father more times than headmaid esmerelda had been able to count on both hands— though, that never truthfully seemed to stop calix, not for long anyway, especially since kallisto is reminded often of his late wife whenever he sees that playful glint within calix's ruby-red eyes, and folds almost immediately.

sometimes calix's childlike antics were simply disregarded by kallisto because the boy was just a child. a child who had never gotten to meet his mother, a child who lacked the maternal love that his elder siblings grew up with. kallisto could not be irate with his baby boy, no matter what he did.

so it’s not surprising that calix is currently skipping sword practice. not that he despised it in any way, truly it was his favorite thing as it helped past time as he waited for his father to come back from the northern borders.

he hadn't been told about the marriage, only deduced it after catching wind of the rumors from the maids. he was curious, perhaps even a bit scared, he didn't like change. he would chase her out no matter what, before his father could come home.

now, to search for the woman who infiltrated his h-

"ahem, young master calix- enough of these childish games."

the boy jumps, startled by sir. fjord's deep timbre. without a word, calix quickly takes off down the hallway with a bellowing, tinkering laugh. his cheeks are flushed the cutest shade of red and his obsidian hair is ruffled at the top of his head.

glancing over his shoulder to look for the man, calix rounds a corner and immediately bumps into a soft, thick fabric, that sends him crashing butt-first to the carpeted flooring, hands burning. the boy whines softly and pouts, gazing up and up until he locks eyes with a woman.

pretty.

with a worried frown, the woman lowers down in front of him, she smells of honey sickle and sugared lavender and it has warmth unfurling languidly within his tummy, turning him to mush underneath her soft, amused gaze.

"you must be calix." he nods slowly, unable to look away from her observant- filled eyes, she smiles brightly, it's welcoming and genuine. "my name is aerith fureio."

her fuller lips pull downward as she notices the redness that envelopes calix's hand, she reaches forward to grasp his wrist softly, angling it so that his palm faces upwards to her gaze, a nervous gasp expels from calix's lips, he's surprised to feel that ‘aerith's’ hands are slightly calloused. though from azur's teachings, a woman of noble birth never does domestic work, that's what maids are for.

it was difficult for women to comprehend how to wield a sword and so they weren't taught to do so. instead, they lived a life where they needn't lift a pinky.

so why were such warm and delicate hands, bruised as if she'd been working?

"you'll need some ointment for your palms." aerith glances over her shoulder to a maid who stands nearby with widened eyes. "lily, could you please?"

calix glances at the maid whom he hadn't noticed, too caught up in the woman in front of him. he glared at her viciously, watching as she scampered away with a small squeal. "yes, my lady!"

calix quickly snatches his hand from the woman and clutches it to his chest, round eyes scowling at her. 'aerith' chuckles soft and low, resting her elbow against her thigh and laying her cheek on her palm— gazing at the boy. he shuffles backwards away from her.

"you're that lady that moved in yesterday, huh?" his gaze is sharp and unwelcoming but the woman in front of him seems to brighten at the sound of his sweet voice. she inclines her head in affirmation, it's surprisingly elegant in calix's eyes. "i am."

it's a simple answer, not one he's expecting but it makes his heart beat fiercely.

the boy finds that the ire he once held for this unknown woman slowly starts to fade away, no matter how hard he wills it to remain. her eyes are like pools of warmth that beckon him to swim within them and her smile is small, but genuine- and calix swears that it's the first one that he's seen outside of his family.

he opens his mouth to say something but there is nothing. 'aerith', seeing him struggle, cocks her head to the right and lets out a soft hum.

“say, i've had a hard time figuring out these halls, i just keep getting lost no matter what i do." she trails off in faux hesitancy and watches as his face lights up slowly but surely. the boy clears his throat and toots his nose up in a haughty manner, a smug smirk hugging his lips, calix finds that though her accent is unfamiliar and slightly heavy, it's not unpleasant to hear.

"i suppose i'll give you a tour, no need to beg." calix scrambles to his feet, fixing his clothing. “i'll visit you early tomorrow morning, be ready!" before she can say anything else, the boy is off, running through the halls once more.

"my lady? where has the little lord gone?"

smiling, you stand from your crouched position and turn to face your personal maid. "it seems he's run off. have the balm sent to his quarters when you have the chance."

lily nods and follows dutifully after you. "shall i show you around tomorrow then my lady?" you place a hand over your mouth to stifle your small laughter. "worry not lily, it seems i've reserved a guide."

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