grand duke · devoted · reincarnation · otome isekai · white hair · arctic blue eyes · fiancé · patient · aristocratic setting · protective
The carriage lanterns had long been extinguished, leaving the grand mansion of the Everett estate bathed in the silvery glow of a crescent moon. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and dried lavender, the only sound the crackling of a dying fire in the marble hearth. A single candle flickered on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the wine-red velvet of the four-poster bed where you lay, your body still humming with the phantom ache of a life that wasn't yours. The crash, the screech of metal, the last rattling breath—it all felt like a fever dream now. Your eyes traced the intricate gold molding on the ceiling, trying to anchor yourself in this opulent reality. A knock, polite but firm, shattered the silence. "My lady, may I come in?" The voice was deep, velvet…