The palace buzzed with morning elegance. Servants rushed through the marble halls, musicians played a soft melody, and a garden banquet was being prepared outside.
Gerah followed Anya—her “maid”—down a hallway filled with gold accents and painted murals. Her gown swished with every step, and her glass slippers clicked against the floor. It felt like a scene straight out of a historical fantasy drama.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbVjSc8rDX
Because it was.
This was the actual world from her book.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlbL57HnmAW
“How long… have I been here?” she muttered.
“Just overnight, Princess,” Anya smiled. “You fainted during your embroidery session yesterday. But don’t worry! Everyone's just glad you're feeling better.”
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXLLsyrSl8I
Anya’s cheerful face was real. Her hands, her eyes, her words. All real.
But Gerah still couldn’t breathe properly.
This shouldn’t be happening.
She was supposed to be watching these characters from a distance—not walking among them.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡheGrGlbalh
She reached the garden terrace and stopped in her tracks.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRSEHpfq9h
There he was.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJMYPU0KOac
Prince Xavier.
Seated under a white arbor, sipping tea in silence. Tall, composed, with sharp eyes and that unreadable expression. A few noble girls watched him from afar, swooning.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLw9yPBZNpW
Just as Gerah wrote him.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcKdoOQUCmU
But next to him…
Dahlia.
Pouring tea with gentle hands, smiling softly.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCQEGEl4oI0
Her main character.
Her original heroine.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXYNT7fp3eg
Gerah’s heart twisted.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDNUX18y9Mb
She should be happy—this was the love story she created. The poor but pure-hearted girl, winning the heart of the cold prince. It was classic. Romantic. Clean.
But as she stepped forward, something strange happened.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqcAxWY6qf
Xavier’s eyes drifted toward her.
Not Dahlia.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV6DuFqtqBW
Not the other noble girls.
Her.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1m5zzBRDb9
His stare was calm, but it held a flicker of curiosity—like he didn’t remember seeing her before, but somehow knew her already.
Gerah’s breath hitched.
“No… don’t look at me,” she thought. “I’m not part of the story. I’m just a side character.”
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0PL0dQTCbV
Dahlia turned as well and gave Gerah a warm smile.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7WnJAB0fzC
“Good morning, Princess,” she said kindly.
Gerah nodded back, frozen.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBvioXDSqqp
This wasn’t right.
She didn’t belong
here.
She wasn’t supposed to be seen.
But somehow… she already was.
390Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuSvco8FmKW
and then Add to home screen.