Summary
I have inexplicably taken control of the protagonist’s body, finding myself living inside a romance fantasy novel—a genre I’ve always adored. But which story is this? So many tales feature maids with brown hair and freckles; I must have read dozens. Equally common are plots about southern noblewomen wedding cold northern dukes. And black-haired male leads with blond heroines? That’s practically a trope. Wait—am I even the female lead? Perhaps this isn’t a romance fantasy after all. What kind of world is this, and who am I meant to become?