The Rose of the Northern Duchy
Rain poured down the streets of Seoul as Y/N hurried home, clutching her sketchbook and muttering about deadlines. One careless step on the slick pavement, a scream, and the world went black. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn’t in her tiny dorm room, or anywhere she recognized. Silk sheets, towering windows, and a view of a sprawling palace greeted her instead. And then the words hit her like a dagger: “Your Highness, Princess Celestine, the Duke awaits your audience.”
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