[Status: Completed /02/14/24] Synopsis: When Monarki found herself tied inside a dark castle dungeon, she merely thought that it was all just a product of her dream. But when knights appeared in front of her and ordered her to be dragged to the guillotine, she realized how intense and terrifying her dream was. Determined to go on and witness where her silly dream will take her, she obediently puts her neck under the blade that screams her death. “Death to the sloth! Execute the lazy bitch!” She was convinced that it wasn’t real, but when the coldness of the blade touched her skin, the heart-wrenching cries and tear-stained faces of her loved ones filled her vision. She finally realized that her lethargic and boring life as Monarki had ended, and her new identity in that unfamiliar world where magic and monsters exist began. However, the lingering soul of the body’s owner, Luna, seemed to have wanted her body back. Will Mona allow her to reclaim her life once more? Or will she fight for her own life, despite the truth that nothing belonged to her in that world? “What can I offer for you to feel belong in this world?” Asked by the Grand Duke who wanted her to stay. The man gave his heart instead, now owned by Monarki. Join Monarki to unravel the mysteries revolving around her transmigration, and find out why her soul, of all people, was the one who got summoned. *** This is my first story so I can assure you that I'll finish it no matter what^^ The novel will focus on Mona's adventure as she unravels the mysteries revolving around her and Luna's identity. Romance is quite slow, but it will gradually focus on that, so please keep reading^^ Thank you! - Cover is mine^^
As she pulled out her sword, the duchess began to convulse and fell to the ground, vomiting blood. Vaughn shouted and immediately knelt, shaking his mother's body.
Mona expected the dream to end, but what surprised her was the attack she received from the duke. She wasn't expecting any strong reactions from him, since she believed he was just an object of the dream. But the duke reacting that way only means that the dream is still continuing. The kid's subconsciousness is still making the object react according to what fits reality.
She dodged the duke's sword. Afraid that her real body might acquire the same wounds she'll get. The guests had long run away from the commotion, and what remained in the set was only the four of them. It was like unnecessary objects were being discarded and forgotten once the mind focused on the main object.