All Chapters of Transmigrated: Saving My Villain Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The smell of bitter almonds and burning incense hit my lungs before my eyes even opened. I stumbled backward, my breath catching in my throat as heavy silver-embroidered silk dragged against my legs. I was no longer sitting in my cramped apartment reading the latest update of *The Prince's Holy Crown*. I was standing inside a vast stone chamber built from dark volcanic rock. Tall arched windows looked out over jagged snow-covered peaks, and a massive iron fireplace cast flickering orange shadows across the room. Sitting in a high-backed leather chair near the hearth was a man. He wore a high-collared black military coat lined with silver fur. Dark hair framed a sharp jawline, and eyes as cold as northern ice tracked my every movement. Black veins crawled subtly up the right side of his neck, disappearing beneath his collar. Duke Grim Cavendish. The novel's feared tragic final boss. And right now, according to the wedding ring on my finger, my brand-new husband. "You have been

The northern wind whipped through the central courtyard, carrying the acrid stench of burning pine and black gunpowder. Orange flames danced against the soot-stained stones of the armory, throwing shadows across the snow.A crowd of northern guards and noble councilors stood gathered near the armory doors, their steel swords glinting under the bright firelight. At the head of the mob stood Lord Vane, a stout baron clad in iron ringmail, his face flushed with rage."Stand back!" Vane bellowed, pointing a gloved finger at the capital guards huddled near the stables. "These southern dogs set fire to our winter weapons vault! They sought to disarm the North on the night of the wedding!""Hold your tongue, Vane," a low, thunderous voice commanded from the shadows of the colonnade.The courtyard fell silent. The crowd parted as Duke Grim Cavendish stepped into the firelight. His long black military cloak billowed behind him, snow dusting his shoulders. Beside him walked Elodie, her silver t

The morning sun broke over the snow-capped peaks of the Obsidian Fortress, casting pale golden light across the frozen courtyards. Inside the Great Hall, a thick layer of frost covered the tall arched windows, but the air near the hearth burned with silent, suffocating tension.Standing in the center of the hall was Sir Julian of the Royal Guard. Clad in polished gold-and-white armor that looked absurdly pristine against the rugged stone walls, the capital envoy held a heavy parchment scroll sealed with the Crown Prince's crimson wax."Duchess Elodie," Julian announced, his voice ringing with aristocratic condescension as he ignored Duke Grim Cavendish entirely. "His Highness Prince Jamie St. James has learned of your forced marriage and the tragic fire in the northern armory. He fears for your safety in this desolate fortress."Elodie sat in the carved high-backed chair beside Grim, wearing a gown of midnight-blue velvet that matched the winter sky. Her hair was swept up in elaborate

The howling wind swept over the snow-crusted battlements of the Obsidian Fortress, carrying needle-sharp ice across the high mountain pass. Midnight had long passed, burying the narrow rocky trail beneath fresh, blinding drifts of white snow.Elodie pulled the thick fur lining of her heavy riding cloak tighter around her throat, her gloved hands gripping the leather reins of her black warhorse with firm determination. High above, the crescent moon flickered behind heavy storm clouds, casting long, jagged shadows across the treacherous icy precipice.Beside her rode Grim, mounted on a towering black stallion that cut through the deep snow without hesitation. His dark wool coat was dusted with white frost, his dark hair whipping back in the fierce mountain gale. Even amidst the roaring blizzard, his posture remained commanding, his ice-blue eyes scanning the dark treeline below with relentless vigilance."The temperature will plummet further once we enter the Devil's Tooth Pass," Grim c

The dark purple mist coiled in the freezing air like a serpent, emitting a high-pitched humming sound.From the glowing center of the magic circle, a translucent silhouette materialized. It was Sir Cedric, Saintess Ariel's chief knight commander, his face contorted in an arrogant sneer."Grand Duke Cavendish," Cedric's projected voice echoed across the basin, metallic and distorted. "If you hear this message, my mercenaries failed. But Saintess Ariel foresaw your arrival. The mercenary carrying this mark was injected with a blood corruption curse."Before Grim could react, the dark mist surged forward, diving straight toward the Starlight Lilies in Elodie's hands."Elodie, drop them!" Grim shouted.Instead of dropping the flowers, Elodie pulled the lilies against her chest and rolled across the hard snow. She reached into her pocket, retrieving a silver vial of salt and crushed elderberry extract she had prepared in the archives.Uncorking the vial with her teeth, Elodie hurled the si