Tieniel

I died betrayed, blood soaking my silk gown as the man I loved raised the blade.

But fate gave me a second chance—waking me up in my seventeen-year-old body, years before the war, the heartbreak, and my death.

Now, Duke Ravencourt—the ruthless “Villain of the North” and my former executioner—is waiting to marry me again.

This time, I won’t be his victim.

I’ll be the perfect bride…
The cunning player…
The unstoppable force who will rewrite my fate.

Love, revenge, and power collide in a deadly game where every smile hides a secret—and every kiss could be my last.

Will I forgive him… or will I end him first?

Reborn as the Villain’s Bride

The great hall was enveloped in a heavy silence as Thalia Ravencourt was marched in chains toward the throne. Once a figure of pride who had schemed from the shadows, she now found herself at the heart of the very court she had sought to betray. Her hands were shackled, and her expression was a tumultuous blend of anger and humiliation.

King Corven, propped up on pillows in his throne—frail yet alive—gave a subtle nod to the soldiers. Beside him stood Kaelith, a queen not just by her marriage but by the people's will and her own unwavering strength. Today, justice would be served.

The trial was swift. Testimonies poured in from soldiers, servants, and Theron, the king's former informant. Each piece of evidence clicked into place, revealing the intricate web of deceit Thalia had spun. The plot to poison the king, the embezzlement of Ravencourt's resources, the betrayal of the crown—it all came to light.

"It's a painful day when we uncover traitors among our own kin." King Corven's voice wavered slightly, a crack in his otherwise steely demeanor. "Thalia… you chose ambition over loyalty… and now you must bear the consequences."

A heavy hush fell over the court as Thalia held her tongue, her striking green eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and sorrow. "It was meant to be me." Her voice, though faint, carried a weight. "I should have been the one on the throne… ruling… protecting… not you."

Kaelith tightened her grip on her king's hand, offering him strength through her compassion and determination. "It was never about power, Thalia. It was about unity… service… sacrifice. That's what you've forgotten."

With a final bang of the gavel, Thalia was sentenced to life in the dungeons beneath Ravencourt—a dramatic downfall that seemed unimaginable just days before.

As the soldiers led Thalia away, the crowd exhaled—a mix of relief, sorrow, and a flicker of hope. The king and queen remained—together, battered but unyielding—ready to guide their people into a new chapter. The conspiracy had crumbled. The love that bound them was stronger than ever.

TRIAL OF THE FALLEN