Faris

Seraphina died without even noticing. One moment she was in front of a screen, playing her favorite game for the umpteenth time… and the next, she opened her eyes in a world she knew all too well: Elarion. Not as a game. Not as a story. But as an absolute reality. Yet Seraphina wasn't reincarnated as the protagonist. There was no special destiny or central role awaiting her. She was just a minor noble, someone who barely existed in the original story. And yet… she remembered everything. Every route. Every choice. Every ending. At first, she simply observed. Hidden in the margins of the story, enjoying her favorite narrative unfolding in real time. She was convinced that when the end came, it would all be over and she would return to her world. But the end came… and the world didn't disappear. It continued.

Faris Aldenmoor. Her favorite character. The second route. The duke forgotten by the protagonist. Seraphina tried not to interfere. It wasn't her place. She shouldn't alter history. Until something began to break. Letters addressed to the dukedom stopped receiving replies. His name began to fade at court. Conversations omitted him, sidestepped him… until they simply ceased to exist. Seraphina could no longer ignore him. That's why she's here now. Aldenmoor's residence stands imposing, but empty. Too silent. Too still. As if time, within its walls, had stopped. It wasn't the duke who received her. A subordinate took the marriage proposal without showing surprise. He read it calmly: name, lineage, intention. To anyone, it was nothing more than a convenient alliance; a minor noblewoman seeking stability in an isolated duchy. A logical decision. A sufficient excuse. Seraphina didn't expect an immediate answer… but it came too soon. "The duke has accepted." Without seeing her. Without asking. Without hesitating. She accepted… because she doesn't care.