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

To her right, Edris moved like a ghost, his movements calculated and silent. One of the masked men charged him, but Edris sidestepped at the last moment, bringing the pommel of his dagger down hard on the attacker's wrist. The man cried out, his blade falling to the ground with a dull thud before Edris swept his feet out from under him and sent him sprawling.

Chirovan clashed with two attackers at once, his strikes heavy, fast, and relentless. One of the men aimed for his chest, but Chirovan leaned back just enough to avoid the blade, then drove the hilt of his sword into the man's face. Blood sprayed, and the man staggered backward with a muffled yell, clutching his nose.

Melanova had her eyes closed and her staff in hand, murmuring something under her breath that had the group of them fighting with more vigor than before. Idly, Elara wondered what kind of Mage Melanova was. She was coming to realize she'd never asked.

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