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

By the time Elara and Aurelia rejoined the group, Melanova was finishing up with her work on Caspian's shoulder. Elara knelt next to him. The sharp tang of moss and damp bark clung to the air, mingling with the faint metallic scent of Caspian's blood. He was still pale, sitting against the gnarled roots of a massive oak tree, his bare torso slick with sweat despite the cool forest air. Elara focused more on the wound and how sick he looked to take away from the realization that his body was really nice.

Although, of course, she had expected that to some degree. He'd trained with the sword since he was old enough to hold one and had been at war for seven years after being sent there at fifteen. Even after returning from the war and conquering the southern province, he still often went out to hunt monsters that gathered at Chirondale's borders.

He was active, so of course he would be fit.

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