SeraphineCrowe

Elara Lysander is an ordinary woman navigating the monotony of adulthood. Her way to unwind from all the stress of bills and work? Reading. And her favorite novel as of late has been The Day of Eternal Light, which has been all the rage lately. When the novel ends in a way she doesn't expect--with her favorite character and the novel's villain, Caspian Isyndor's death at the hands of the king and the female lead--Elara is saddened, to put it lightly. She finds herself haunted by a dream of Caspian, and when she goes to reread the book, she doesn't expect the words to glow. She definitely doesn't expect to open her eyes and find Caspian standing over her.

She learns he has summoned her after he became aware he was living in a loop and heard her sympathetic voice among the masses of voices. He believes that with Elara's knowledge of the ending he cannot remember, he can gain what he has always wanted--his brother's head on a pike and the kingdom of Isyndor in his hands where he believes it belongs. Only after she has helped him achieve this will he send her home.

As Elara is thrust into this world of magic and intrigue, she discovers Caspian is not the heartless man he presents himself to be. As they tread the uncertain path filled with dark creatures, political intrigue, and the ever-present threat of his brother's wrath, Elara must face the music: will she be able to turn the tide and give him the happy ending he deserves, or is fate a collar that cannot be removed?

Dragged Into Another World By The Obsessive Villain

Crisseda's eyes went as wide as full moons. "By the gods, Aurelia, what kind of work did you do before you came to work for Miss. Elara?"

Aurelia just shrugged noncommittally in response. But Elara's head was nearly spinning at all the new information she was learning all at once. Aurelia's causal, almost flippant delivery of such a profound revelation felt like it didn't fit. Even the expression on her face was as bland as if she'd just told them she'd had Lucky Charms for breakfast. What kind of knowledge—what kind of secret—could have driven Benjamin Lyrendel, an Otherworlder whose lifespans dwarfed those of most humans, into madness? And more unsettling: had his eventual death been natural or orchestrated?

"Do you know who the woman was?" Elara wondered.

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