Seraphina Marlowe.
A peasant girl from a remote northern village, possessing nothing but beauty and extraordinary talent.
Violent, fierce, self-centered, and supremely arrogant.
Before being captured by the Count of Red Frost, Seraphina thought her life would remain unchanged, becoming a renowned hunter around the village, supporting her family with her own hands, and finding contentment in that.
Until that day arrived.
She opened her eyes to find herself lying naked on a bed, with a handsome young nobleman standing beside it, his azure eyes curiously observing her.
Thus began a myriad of transformations.
"What?" Marlina stared in astonishment at Seraphina, who was packing her bags. "Seri, you're going back?"
"Yep."
Seraphina, stuffing snacks into her backpack, wore an expression of inevitability: "I've spent enough time with Mom and Dad! They can't wait for me to return to Ansel's side, so I'll head back first, hehe~"
