LOGINSHEBA'S POV
Just like clockwork, a knock fell on the door, I jumped. My eyes were still fixed on the woman in the mirror when I heard the sound again. I stared at the door, for a few seconds, I didn't say anything. I was still trying to understand what was happening. Who is this woman? and why am I in her body? How did I even get here? Was it some kind of witchcraft? How on earth did I die and end up inside another woman's body? The questions kept piling into my head, each one more ridiculous than the last. I turned back toward the mirror. The unfamiliar woman stared back at me. She was beautiful. Far too beautiful. Her features were delicate, her skin flawless, and everything about her looked completely different from the woman I had known my entire life. She didn't look like me at all. Now I was standing in a strange room, wearing clothes I had never seen before, looking at a face that didn't belong to me. "Your Highness?" The voice came from the other side of the door. I froze. "Good morning, Your Highness. we are here to prepare you for your daily activities." A maid. That was definitely the voice of a maid. I swallowed. My mind was still spinning. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know who this woman was supposed to be, and I certainly didn't know what I was supposed to do. Then the voice came again. "Princess Alera, are you alright...?" My heart stopped. Princess... Alera? All this made no sense, it made no sense at all... "Your Highness?" The maid called again. I closed my eyes. I need answers. And the only person who could possibly give them to me was standing on the other side of that door. "Yes." My voice came out quieter than I intended. I cleared my throat. "Come in." The door opened almost immediately. Seven women walked into the room. Seven. I stared at them. They were all dressed like maids, their movements orderly and practiced. The moment they entered, they lowered their heads and bowed. "Good morning, Your Highness." I didn't answer immediately. I was too stunned. This was insane. One of the maids straightened and looked toward me cautiously. "Are you feeling unwell, Your Highness?" I shook my head. "No." The lie came automatically, I had no idea whether I was well or unwell. I wasn't even sure I was alive. The maids immediately began moving around the room as though this were a perfectly ordinary morning.Some went toward the wardrobe, others began preparing my bath, one arranged things on a table. Another opened the curtains. I just stood there, watching them work, Nobody questioned why I was behaving strangely, nobody seemed surprised. Because to them, I was obviously their princess. Their actions were so natural that my stomach twisted. One of the maids returned with a dress. Another began preparing what looked like everything I would need for the day. Daily activities, bath, dress, servants, princess I looked around the room again. The furniture, the bed and the unfamiliar clothing, all of this felt foreign yet everything suddenly felt much more real. This wasn't a hospital, this wasn't my house, this wasn't even my world. Then it hit me. The name. Alera. I stared at the maid who had called me that, my heart began beating faster. Princess Alera. The daughter of King William Von Asta of Astria the most powerful kingdom in the nation. My mind immediately went back to the book. 'They Will Always Protect Me.' The book read before I died, the book that annoyed me so much that I had spent half the night complaining about it. The book whose characters I had become far too attached to. My breathing quickened. No. No, no, no. I knew that name. I knew that family. I knew that princess. I knew exactly who Princess Alera was. She was the villainess. The woman who married the prince, the princess from the powerful nation whose marriage was supposed to strengthen the prince's kingdom. The woman who was continually humiliated because of the heroine, the woman everyone..... ...... eventually blamed. The woman who......... died. I took a step backward, my legs suddenly felt weak. One of the maids immediately moved toward me. "Your Highness?" I barely heard her, my thoughts were moving too quickly. The accident. The darkness. Waking up here. The strange body. The maid calling me Princess Alera. There was no way. There was absolutely no way. But everything fit. Everything. I turned toward the mirror again. The beautiful unfamiliar face stared back at me. And suddenly, I recognized it. Not because I had ever seen this woman in real life, but because I had imagined her while reading. I knew what she looked like, I knew her story , I knew her fate and I knew I knew exactly how it ended. My stomach dropped. "Oh my goodness..." The words barely left my lips, I looked at my reflection again. Princess Alera. The daughter of King William Von Asta. The princess of the most powerful nation in the region. The villainess of They Will Always Protect Me. The woman I hated watching suffer, the woman whose death had barely mattered to the heroine or her precious men. And now... I was her. I covered my mouth. My eyes widened in horror. I spent the previous night wishing I could enter that world, wishing I could protect Ezra, wishing I could change the story, wishing I could save my favorite character. But I had never imagined this, I never imagined that I would actually wake up inside the novel. And worse... Much worse... I knew exactly what happened to the woman whose body I was in, I also knew how she would end and it made my blood run cold I was in a novel. And worse is I ended up in the body of the villainess who ends up... DEAD.The trip to the palace did not take long. Alfas was the capital of Firildia, so the royal palace was only about thirty minutes away from the Grand Duke's estate. Alera spent most of the journey looking through the carriage window, watching the city pass by. She was still getting used to Firildia. Although she had studied the kingdom during the year before her marriage, actually seeing it with her own eyes was different. The streets were busy, with merchants calling out to customers and carriages moving steadily through the city. People went about their daily lives, seemingly unaware that the Grand Duchess was passing through their streets. Eventually, the royal palace came into view. Alera had seen it before in descriptions, but the sight of it still impressed her. The palace stood proudly in the heart of the capital, its enormous structure reflecting the wealth and power of the royal family. Guards stood at various points around the grounds, and servants moved about with practi
Everything was taken to her study. By the time the last stack of documents was carried inside, Alera begun to wonder if Andrew brought her the records of the entire kingdom instead of those belonging to the estate. There were ledgers, expense records, reports, staff records, supply lists, maintenance reports, correspondence, and several other documents she needed to understand how the estate was being run. She sat behind the large desk and stared at the mountain of paperwork for a moment. Then she smiled. In her past life, she had dealt with workloads that had been far more demanding than this. Meetings that stretched for hours, financial reports that required careful attention, business decisions that could affect hundreds of people, and problems that had to be solved before the next morning had been a normal part of her life. Compared to that, this was light work. She simply had to understand how things functioned here. Alera spent the entire day in her spacious study, goin
After the wedding, things went back to normal. At least, they did for everyone else in the kingdom. For Alera, everything was still new. She was in a new kingdom, living in a new home, surrounded by unfamiliar servants and responsibilities she never had to deal with before. Becoming a Grand Duchess meant more than simply carrying a beautiful title. There were duties attached to it, and she intended to learn them properly. She couldn't afford to be careless. Especially not when she chose this life herself. She would have loved to spend more time with Ezra. After all, they were married now. But she didn't want to annoy him. From everything she had observed since arriving, she suspected he wanted to stay away from her. If that was what he wanted, then she was perfectly willing to give him space. He had been coerced into this marriage just like she had, the only difference was that she had chosen him. He didn't get to choose her. So she wasn't going to force herself into his li
The garden had come alive with conversation. Guests mingled beneath the soft afternoon light, moving between the beautifully arranged tables as servants passed through with trays of food and glasses of wine. The atmosphere was surprisingly comfortable and calming. After the formality of the wedding ceremony, everyone seemed more relaxed. Everything had been prepared perfectly. From the food to the wine, from the decorations to the seating arrangements, nothing appeared out of place. The royal family was present as well. As members of the royal family and relatives of the Grand Duke, their presence was expected. They sat among the other distinguished guests, observing the celebration while conversations continued around them. Yet despite the celebration, there was one subject that seemed to find its way into almost every conversation. The bride. Whispers about Princess Alera echoed throughout the garden as people tried to understand the woman who had suddenly become the Grand
The wedding continued. Alera slowly made her way toward the altar, her veil lightly covering her face and the train of her yellow gown following behind her. The Chapel of Alfas had fallen almost completely silent. The earlier murmurs had disappeared, replaced by the quiet attention of everyone gathered to witness the union. Alera kept her eyes ahead. At the altar stood the man she had spent so long waiting to meet. Ezra. The closer she got, the more clearly she could see him. He looked different from the image she had created in her mind while reading the novel. Not worse. If anything, he was even more striking in person. His hair had been styled backward, the strands spiked neatly away from his face. Among the dark brown hair was a distinct patch of white. It should have made him look older. Instead, it elevated his appearance. There was something commanding about it. Something that suited the man who had been described in the novel as a powerful and feared general.
The estate of Alfas had never been busier. For the past week, servants had moved through the halls from dawn until late into the evening, carrying flowers, fabrics, decorations, and everything else required for the wedding. Every corner of the estate seemed to have been touched by the preparations. The wedding would be held in the Chapel of Alfas, while the reception would take place in the vast gardens surrounding the estate. The gardens had been transformed. Flowers stretched along the pathways in carefully arranged beds, their colours blending together beneath the warm afternoon sun. Tall arrangements were placed around the open space where the reception would be held, while delicate decorations hung between the trees, moving gently whenever the breeze passed through. Long tables had been arranged beneath elegant canopies, leaving enough space for the guests to move freely. The garden itself seemed almost unreal, as though someone had taken a beautiful painting and brought it







