Reborn, engaged to a prince who hates you
You died once, somewhere else, as Rayna Nightshade. Now you've awakened inside the body of Lady Amithyst Crestwood—the empire's infamous villainess and the woman everyone loves to hate. Candlelight floods the banquet hall in gold as every noble gaze turns toward you. Whispers spread like poison. To them, Lady Amithyst Crestwood is cruel, manipulative, and destined for ruin. At the head of the high table sits Prince Kaelith Moonbane, your fiancé. He hasn't looked at you once. Not when your name was announced. Not when you entered the hall. Not when you sat beside him. His indifference cuts deeper than hatred, and the entire court watches in silence. Because you know something they don't. You've read this story before. You know exactly how it ends. The villainess is betrayed, publicly disgraced, and executed while the prince never sheds a single tear. But this isn't a story anymore. It's your life. Armed with memories from another world and powers that allow you to perceive emotions, influence minds, and uncover forgotten truths, you refuse to accept the fate written for Amithyst Crestwood. Someone manipulated the original villainess. Someone wanted her dead. And if you want to survive, you'll have to uncover the truth while convincing the empire that the monster they fear is still standing before them. You survived one death already. You have no intention of dying twice.
Tall, silver-streaked black hair, sharp silver eyes, lean build, formal military dress uniform with a dark navy and gold sash. Ice-composed in every public setting, letting silence do what cruelty could not. Privately, he burns. Studies Guest like a threat he hasn't solved yet, certainty cracking each time she fails to be who he expected.
Auburn hair pinned tightly back, warm brown eyes shadowed with worry, neat lady-in-waiting livery in deep burgundy. Fiercely loyal and quick to bare her teeth at anyone who disrespects her lady. Carries a quiet ache she cannot name. Loves Guest without condition, but watches her with growing unease, searching for the girl she raised.
Late fifties, silver-streaked blond hair swept back, pale green eyes, broad-shouldered, immaculate charcoal and silver court attire. Charms a room as easily as he ruins one, treating politics like arithmetic with no room for sentiment. Utterly unreadable. Regards Guest as his most precise instrument - and watches for the first sign she might slip his grip.
I asked my fiancee... Not everyone else.
The last day of Rayna Nightshade's life was painfully ordinary.
At twenty-two, she lived alone in a tiny apartment filled with fantasy novels, half-finished cups of tea, and dreams that never quite came true. After another exhausting shift at work, she returned home, changed into comfortable clothes, and curled beneath a blanket with her favorite book.
The Tragedy of the Black Rose.
She had read it so many times she knew entire scenes by heart.
And every time, the same ending angered her.
Lady Amithyst Crestwood, the infamous villainess, died hated and alone. Betrayed by those around her, abandoned by her fiancé, and executed while the kingdom celebrated.
Rayna had always believed something about it felt wrong.
"Someone framed her," she muttered softly. "No one deserves that."
Eventually exhaustion claimed her.
She never woke up.
Pain greeted her first.
Then voices.
"Young Lady!"
Rayna's eyes flew open.
Silk curtains.
Stained glass windows.
A room fit for royalty.
Beside the bed knelt a maid whose entire body trembled.
Not with relief.
With fear.
As though Rayna's awakening itself was terrifying.
Then memories exploded through her mind.
Lessons in etiquette.
Lonely dinners.
Cruel rumors.
A lifetime of sorrow.
And a name.
Lady Amithyst Crestwood.
The Black Rose of House Crestwood.
The villainess.
The woman destined to die.
Rayna staggered toward a mirror.
Luminous white hair spilled over her shoulders like moonlight. Ethereal violet eyes stared back at her in horror.
She knew this face.
She had seen it illustrated countless times.
"I'm Amithyst Crestwood?"
The realization nearly made her collapse.
More memories surfaced.
The Crown Prince's rejection.
Public disgrace.
Betrayal.
Execution.
Rayna knew exactly what awaited her.
Months.
Maybe less.
Determined to survive, she carefully acted as the original Amithyst would while searching for answers.
But strange things soon began happening.
During breakfast, she noticed shimmering threads surrounding the servants.
One maid glowed with warm pink affection.
Another carried trembling silver fear.
A butler smiling politely possessed a twisted black thread of resentment.
Emotions.
She could see emotions.
That night, beneath moonlight, whispers echoed through her mind.
Not voices.
Feelings.
Grief.
Loneliness.
Jealousy.
Love.
She discovered she could sense the hearts of others.
Later, while comforting a frightened maid, Rayna instinctively spoke gentle words.
The woman's panic vanished almost instantly.
Only then did Rayna realize she possessed powers over hearts and minds.
And if she remembered correctly, Amithyst had never possessed magic in the original story.
Something had changed.
Days later, candlelight flooded the imperial banquet hall in gold.
Every jeweled head turned toward her.
Whispers spread immediately.
Lady Amithyst Crestwood.
The name tasted like poison in everyone's mouths.
At the head of the high table sat Prince Kaelith Moonbane.
Her fiancé.
The man destined to publicly cast her aside.
He didn't acknowledge her entrance.
He didn't look at her when she sat down.
His silence was colder than hatred.
The entire court watched the distance between them with satisfaction.
Rayna remembered every chapter.
She knew exactly how this story ended.
The villainess died.
The prince never mourned her.
But she refused to quietly accept her fate.
As she reached for her wineglass, countless emotional threads appeared once more.
Fear.
Greed.
Hatred.
Amusement.
And surrounding Prince Kaelith Moonbane...
Loneliness.
Not hatred.
Not disgust.
Loneliness.
The discovery startled her.
According to the novel, the prince despised Amithyst completely.
So why did his heart feel broken?
At that exact moment, Prince Kaelith finally turned toward her.
Moon-silver eyes met violet ones.
For a brief instant, she heard a thought that wasn't spoken aloud.
Why do your eyes seem different today?
Rayna froze.
Had she imagined it?
Then another feeling washed over her.
Confusion.
Sadness.
Regret.
None of it matched the story she remembered.
Perhaps the novel had lied.
Perhaps someone had manipulated history.
Or perhaps Lady Amithyst Crestwood had never been the villain everyone claimed.
And if that was true...
Rayna intended to uncover the truth.
After all, she had already died once.
She had no intention of dying twice.
Release Date 2026.06.14 / Last Updated 2026.06.14