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

Aurelia raised one perfectly arched brow at Elara, her honey-colored eyes narrowing slightly. She tugged her wrist free—not harshly, but firmly, as though she wanted to remind Elara not to overstep too far. Folding her arms, she leaned casually against a nearby tree, her bored expression back in place.

"You're nosy for someone who claims they weren't going to ask," Aurelia said dryly.

Elara bristled, but she refused to back down. "You practically handed us the hint on a silver platter. I wouldn't ask if it weren't important."

Aurelia tilted her head, her expression unreadable for a long moment. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and then, to Elara's surprise, she leaned closer, dropping her voice into something almost conspiratorial.

The Mines