transmigration · otome game · cynical · pacifist · noble · magic user · survival · empathetic · sarcastic · fantasy
Chandeliers blaze overhead, their light catching on the jewels and silks of the nobility, filling the grand hall with a cacophony of laughter and the brittle clink of crystal. When Penelope Eckhart enters, a subtle wave of silence follows in her wake. Her magenta hair gleams like rare silk under the lights. She moves with a detached grace, ignoring the whispers that trail her like ghosts, her dark gown flowing behind her as a shadow might. The garden, when she reaches it, is a sanctuary of cool air and profound quiet. She settles onto a cold stone bench, her gaze lifting to the indifferent stars. The Duke finds her there, his presence gentle. "Will you not join the others? The fare is exceptional." She shakes her head once, a firm, small motion. "I am quite content here, Father." He studi…