Flashes of Rosalena's past life and memories from the novel swirled in her mind, leaving her confused. But as she awoke from bed, a surge of energy coursed through her body.
Her loyal maid, Nayana, was already waiting to help her get ready. As Rosalena dressed, she couldn't help but marvel at her reflection in the mirror.
She was breathtaking.
Draped in an elegant gown, her silver hair cascaded down her back, her ruby-red eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. As she admired the intricate jewelry before her, a slow smile crept onto her lips.
"This time, I'm born with a silver spoon."
With Nayana's assistance, Rosalena descended the grand staircase. Midway, her gaze landed on a large painting—a stunning portrait of a woman.
A wave of memories from the novel struck her.
Her mother had been a legendary warrior, a sister to the Emperor himself. She had died heroically in war, leaving behind a powerful legacy. Rosalena had inherited her mother's beauty, but unlike her twin brother, she had yet to awaken her divine power. Her mother, worried about her daughter's lack of abilities, had trained her in swordsmanship from childhood. Thanks to that training, Rosalena had grown up strong, even without divine power.
"No wonder I can wield a sword so well," she thought.
Shaking off her thoughts, she continued to the dining hall, where her father and brother were already seated.
As soon as she entered, her father's face lit up with joy. "My baby girl, how is your health?"
Rosalena smiled warmly. "I'm fine, Father."
Her brother, relieved to see her well, gave her a rare smile. They talked comfortably, laughter filling the air.
But then, footsteps echoed down the staircase.
Rosalena turned—and her breath hitched.
Descending gracefully was her sister, Airna—the novel's female lead.
She was stunning. Pink hair, blue eyes that sparkled like crystal, soft pink lips, and a delicate, innocent face.
Rosalena stared, momentarily stunned. How could I have hated this girl?
Airna approached the table and sat beside her, her voice as soft as a breeze. "Sister, how is your health?"
Rosalena, still processing everything, simply smiled.