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

Edris gave Chirovan another dry look before shaking his head. "Leave it to you to find humor in a situation like this," he muttered. He knelt near one of the large metal rods and examined its base, he reached out and touched the redness and held it to his nose. "That's blood alright."

Chirovan crouched next to Edris, studying the rod. His fingers traced faint scorch marks near the grooves. "I think you're right to think these rods weren't thrown. Much too big for that. But if they weren't thrown, then it would mean they were launched by some sort of fancy mechanism." He looked around. "It must be nearby."

Chirovan stood, brushing dirt off his knees. "Let's find it before it attacks us like it did whatever poor sod this blood belongs to."

Edris got to his feet, too. "Walk carefully. There could be traps."

Not Good