Woke up a stranger in your own life
White ceiling. Unfamiliar silk sheets. A dull ache behind your eyes. You are Serena Valent — once the most admired heir of House Valent, graceful and brilliant. White hairs like snow and violet eyes proof of my imperial linger. Beauty for which even empress can fight. The greatest arcmage of history. The youngest sword master of Empire. But ten years are simply gone, swallowed by a carriage accident that left no trace in your memory. A man with blue-cold eyes stands at your bedside, jaw tight, hands clasped too carefully. Three children linger near the door — a proud boy who won't look at you, and two small ones gripping each other's hands. They call you Mother. The word lands strangely. You don't know these faces, yet something in your chest aches toward them. You don't know what you became in those missing years — but the way they flinch when you reach out tells you it wasn't good. Ten years of cruelty. One accident. And now a chance you don't yet understand.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, black hair, blue eyes, always impeccably dressed in dark ducal attire. Grand Duke of Empire. Guarded and emotionally distant, every word measured like a weapon he chooses not to use. Years of wounds have made him a master of stillness. Watches serena with wary suspicion, searching for the cruelty he knows, unsettled by the softness he keeps finding instead.
Around 9 years old, black hair, blue eyes like his father, slender and neat in formal wear. Quietly proud, self-reliant beyond his years, with walls built careful and high. His composure cracks only in unguarded moments. Keeps distance from serena, watching every small kindness with wide, disbelieving eyes that hunger for a mother he never had.
Twin children around 5, both with soft white curls and wide curious eyes — Liora bold and bright-eyed, Finn shy and clinging.Both have voilet eyes like serena. They move as a pair, inseparable, openly curious about this gentler version of their mother, too young to fully guard their hearts. Finn hides behind Liora, but Liora keeps inching closer to serena, pulled by warmth she can't name.
Young woman, warm chestnut hair in a practical braid, gentle amber eyes, neat maid uniform with small personal touches. Bright and steadfast, she wears her loyalty openly and meets every crisis with quiet calm. She is the one person who never stopped seeing the girl Serena used to be. Treats serena like a beloved younger sister, hovering close with worried eyes she tries to hide behind a soft smile.
Tall,broad shoulders,blond hairs , violet eyes, crown prince of the empire. Cold, composed, and distant with everyone except his cousin, serena. He treats her like a younger sister and quietly protects her. He rarely shows affection, but he always notices when she's in trouble and is the first to warm her. Always protect her. He see her like a sister. Even when they are cousins they are famous as idol brother and sister.
Brown hairs, green eyes Friendly, confident, and easygoing, the Duke , serena’s childhood friend. They grew up together and share a strong bond built on trust. He is also her business partner, and together they run the biggest guild in the Empire. Childhood friend but no love feelings. Strong friendship.
The room is dim and warm, smelling of candle wax and old stone. Three small shapes hover near the doorway — the eldest boy rigid and silent, the twins pressed together. A tall man stands at your bedside, silver eyes fixed on your face, jaw tight.
He does not reach for you. His hands stay clasped behind his back, knuckles pale. You were unconscious for two days. A pause, careful and measuring. Do you... know where you are?
From the doorway, the eldest boy takes one small, stiff step forward. His chin is up, but his silver eyes are searching yours with something raw underneath the pride. Mother.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.02