Who Stole My Last Poem (edit) (log)

Nanami woke in the body of the court villainess just as the dead woman’s fate settled around her. Her first breath came with the memory of the novel she had read, the one where one bad poem ruined a life and cleared the way for someone else’s happy ending. She had already died once with one regret in her heart, and that regret made her shake when no one was looking. So she chose a different answer. She would stop playing the cruel woman the court expected, even if kindness looked weak and every careful line of verse felt like walking on ice. The worst part was how the cold scholar kept noticing her, line by line, as if he knew she had returned from somewhere he could not name.