Writerszai

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family.

Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love.

When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion.

This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent.

Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play.

As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate.

To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.”

Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?”

From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.”

In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.”

Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime.

At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured.

Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair.

Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?”

Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.”

Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day.

Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot.

Tags:
1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman
2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older)
3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting
4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes
5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

Marked by the Ruthless Princess

According to their arrangement, Victoria Ashwood went daily to the Marquess of Whitehaven's estate for bloodletting.

A keen-edged dagger nicked her fingertip. Victoria winced, biting her lower lip as she watched red droplets stain the water in the jade bowl.

Lucy Sinclair's voice broke the tension. Victoria hurriedly withdrew her hand, prompting a sarcastic chuckle from Princess Annabelle at her side.

"Aren't you the one who grew up in the cold palace? Why so delicate?"

Hearing "cold palace" stirred Victoria's most sensitive memories. Her eyes flashed with anger, yet her precarious situation forced her to stifle her temper. "We have no grudge, Your Highness. Why must you always speak with such malice?"

The sight of Victoria on the verge of lashing out only emboldened Annabelle's delight. She pressed a palm against the back of Victoria's head, forcing her closer.

Chapter 092: Worries