They say the world of novels is unlike any other,
a realm where every shade of imagination collides—
including the imagination of the Victorian age,
where heroes are forever caught in looming danger,
entangled in false rumors, or dragged into merciless wars.
But how… and why… have I been drawn here?
At the zenith of my brightest days,
I found myself at the mercy of a man crowned with authority heavier than my own existence,
declaring that my title would be stripped,
that I would never rise to nobility
unless I consented to my sister becoming his bride.
Curse it all.
It feels… utterly unreal.
I reach into my memories, desperate to believe
that perhaps this was nothing more than a dream.
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