The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!
Adeline didn't expect she would transmigrate into the trashy novel she read years ago. The plot was so cliched that she couldn't bring herself to finish it. Years later, she found that very book on her bed, the page was open to the villainess' execution and before she knew it she found herself in the very novel she hated. The evil villainess who couldn't stand her two childhood friends become completely enamoured by the female lead, she decided to take care of the matter herself and thus became the public enemy. She now became the villainess of the story! "I do not accept this!" Adeline yelled at the top of her lungs. "I will change the plot." The Crown Prince she rejected won't leave her alone. The cold Northern Duke clung to her and wouldn't let go. The Arch Mage wants to abandon his duties and serve as her personal knight, and the Head Priest is obsessed with her! The Male leads she wished to avoid won't leave her alone! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Obsessive male lead- check. Funny but strong female lead- check. Amazing family- check. Annoying Goddess- also check.
The Calm Before the Storm
It was very cold at night, and normally she would be shivering. But the sheer anxiety from what happened earlier kept her warm.
It haunted her. It gave her enough trauma that every sound around her made her flinch. She looked like she was dragged through hell and back, when the guard saw the once proud advisor approach the gates in such a state, they looked at each other before letting her in.
Benedict wasn't at home... He was still on his way back, teleporting too many times at once was harmful to one's health. But even more so for a child. Therefore they planned a window of rest before they could use the circle again.
The Duke wasn't at home either. He was dealing with issues related to the imminent war. The Duchess was alone... As the hooded man's plan required...
Her palms were clammy, and her breaths came in shallow gasps. She couldn't shake the image of the hooded man's or the burning sensation of the rune still seared into her skin.