The shattering of glass echoed through the room, abruptly yanking Kwon Eungi from her dreams. Staring at the remnants on the floor, her shock reverberated in the stillness. As her eyes was surveying the opulent surroundings of her crimson-hued bed and the cozy warmth bestowed by the crackling fireplace, a sense of eerie familiarity enveloped her. Her blue eyes fixed on the maid diligently gathering the broken glass, as if this scene was scripted in the rest of her memory.

Walking towards the window, Eungi's gaze was drawn to the skies ablaze with fireworks. A perplexing déjà vu gripped her. "Why am I back in this body? Did I merely dream of death, or is fate toying with me?" Her thoughts wrestled with the inexplicable reality she found herself in.

Rushing to the mirror, Eungi's reflection confirmed her fears – she was still Kwon Eungi, daughter of the infamous Duke Kwon. The realization hit her like a thunderclap. "Have I truly reincarnated?" she gasped, casting a bewildered glance at the maid, Arabel.

"Arabel, why the sky adorned with fireworks?" Eungi inquired, her maid maintaining a reverent 90-degree bow.

"Lady, today is the wedding of Crown Prince Park Minho and Cindy Lanscent," Arabel replied, dropping a bombshell that left Eungi stunned. The revelation hit her with such force that she couldn't help but contemplate the profound implications of her own existence, slowly coming to terms with the realization that she had indeed been reincarnated.

In that moment of revelation, Eungi's mind raced back two years, to the tragic demise of Prince Chanyeol. The weight of the impending sorrow hung in the air, yet the world around her seemed untouched by the impending tragedy. Tonight, the celebration of Crown Prince Minho's marriage painted the skies with joy, a stark contrast to the somber memories that echoed in the recesses of her mind.

As the gravity of the situation settled upon her, Eungi, determined and resolute, vowed, "I will change the fate of my life and Prince Chanyeol!" The words hung in the air, a solemn pledge that marked the beginning of a journey to alter the course of destiny and rewrite the narrative of her intertwined fate with the princes.

"I must be there – at his mansion! Arabel, fetch a wedding dress and make me a beautiful bride for tonight, I will rewrite the new destiny!"

Inside the luxurious carriage, Eungi was adorned in a stunning, white-laced wedding dress. The intricate embroidery of rose petals, combined with glistening diamonds, added an enchanting allure to the gown. Her brown hair was tied cleanly, secured with a long veil cascading from her head, completing the regal ensemble.

As memories surged, she recalled this very dress being worn during her audacious attempt to disrupt Minho's wedding. She remembered shedding tears at the temple, desperate to coerce a reluctant union. The carriage's opulent interior seemed to echo with the haunting echoes of those past emotions, as if the fabric of the gown itself carried the weight of her history.

The soft rustle of the veil and the gentle sway of the carriage provided a rhythmic backdrop to her contemplation. Eungi couldn't help but wonder if the threads of fate had woven her into a different narrative now. The diamond-studded dress, once a symbol of rebellion and heartache, now symbolized a more unexpected journey—one that unfolded on the path of reconciliation and acceptance.

Seated beside her, Arabel, the unwaveringly loyal maid, observed the intricate details of her lady's attire. The carriage, with its opulent interior, mirrored the extravagance befitting a royal celebration.

"Lady, what course of action do you wish to take? Trespassing Crown Prince Minho's wedding seems impossible. He has chosen Cindy, a commoner, to be his wife, and tonight she will ascend to the role of Crown Princess," Arabel's words reverberated, breaking through Eungi's contemplation.

Lost in thought, Eungi gazed out of the carriage window at the passing scenery. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow on the landscape. As the carriage approached the venue of the wedding, she took a deep breath, determined to face whatever awaited her with newfound strength and resilience. The wedding bells echoed in the distance, marking not only the union of Minho and Cindy but also the beginning of a chapter in Eungi's life that was filled with unforeseen twists and turns.

The, the memories of two years prior flooded Eungi's mind, a tumultuous time marked by her aspirations for Crown Prince Minho and the looming tragedy of Prince Chanyeol's suicide attempts. The contrasting destinies of the two princes weighed heavily on her heart.

Cindy Lanscent, the chosen commoner, embodied a captivating blend of beauty and intelligence, her presence commanding attention wherever she went. With her ethereal beauty, she was the epitome of grace and allure, captivating the hearts of those around her. Her features, delicate yet striking, painted a portrait of timeless elegance.

Her fair, porcelain skin seemed to radiate a soft luminescence, accentuating the delicate contours of her face. Framed by cascading waves of fiery red hair, her features were illuminated by the subtle play of light and shadow. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of green, held a depth that spoke of wisdom beyond her years.

Despite her humble origins, Cindy possessed a magnetic charm that drew people to her effortlessly. Her humility and grace endeared her to both commoners and nobility alike, a rarity in a world driven by vanity and ambition.

In contrast, Eungi, with her fair skin and piercing blue eyes, possessed a different kind of beauty. Though her features were striking, her demeanor often veered toward jealousy and resentment, casting a shadow over her undeniable attractiveness. Rumors swirled, painting her as the daughter of an evil duke, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to her persona.

Yet, it was Cindy’s innate kindness and intelligence that set her apart, capturing the hearts of Crown Prince Minho and Prince Chanyeol. Her genuine nature and inner beauty shone through, eclipsing the superficial allure of appearances. In a world where perception often outweighed reality, Cindy’s authenticity was a rare and precious gift, one that would forever leave an indelible mark on the hearts of those who knew her.

"Wait and see, Arabel. I am about to orchestrate something truly epic," Eungi declared with unwavering determination, her eyes fixed on a plan that would alter the course of her fate, now intricately woven with that of the princes.

She arrived at the grandeur of Prince Chanyeol's mansion, urgency propelling her towards the entrance. However, her path was abruptly blocked by an unyielding guard. She knows that trespassing into royal family home must need to have permission or appointments.

"Lady Eungi, entry into this mansion requires proper permission," the guard stated firmly, his tone thick with authority, creating a palpable tension in the air. Without a moment's hesitation, Eungi swiftly retrieved a bag of gold from Arabel, ing it towards the guard. Though she knew it was morally questionable, it seemed the only viable means to pass through.

As the glint of gold met the guard's eyes, a flicker of surprise danced across his features, momentarily stunning him into silence. After a brief pause, he reluctantly accepted the bribe, his resolve momentarily faltering in the face of temptation.

"Grant me access to the prince, or I shall report to the majesty that a royal worker has succumbed to bribery!" Eungi's words hung in the air like a dagger, her voice dripping with authority and veiled threat. It was a gambit, a calculated risk to bend the rules in her favor, and she wielded it with unwavering resolve.

Reluctantly, the guard acquiesced, his sense of duty warring with the weight of Eungi's ultimatum. With a begrudging nod, he stepped aside, allowing her passage into the mansion's hallowed halls. It was a small victory, but one that paved the way for the unfolding of her grand design.

As Eungi hastened towards the entrance door, her lace wedding dress swayed with each determined step, the intricate lace and delicate embroidery catching the soft light filtering through the grand foyer. The butler, standing sentinel on the majestic staircase, watched her approach with a mixture of awe and reverence, his eyes widening at the sight of her regal presence. Behind him, the other maids bowed in unison, paying homage to the daughter of the esteemed Duke, a figure of authority and grace in their midst.

"My lady, what brings you to this place?" the butler inquired, his voice a melodic blend of concern and curiosity, as he descended the staircase to meet Eungi halfway. His movements were measured, a testament to the solemnity of the occasion, as he sought to unravel the mystery behind her unexpected visit.

Eungi's gaze pierced through the veil of uncertainty, her eyes ablaze with determination as she locked onto the butler's. Each passing moment weighed heavily upon her, urging her forward with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

"Where is Prince Park Chanyeol?" she demanded, her voice echoing with a raw intensity that betrayed the depths of her emotions. In her heart, a storm raged, fueled by a foreboding sense of unease that threatened to consume her. She knew she had to find him, before it was too late.

The butler faltered; his composure momentarily shaken by the force of Eungi's inquiry. The air crackled with anticipation, as if the very walls of the mansion held their breath in anticipation of his response.

"He... he's in the study room," the butler finally stammered, his words tinged with a palpable sense of unease. The mention of Prince Chanyeol's whereabouts hung in the air like a shroud, casting a shadow over the otherwise serene atmosphere of the mansion.

Caught off guard by the daughter of the notorious villainess inquiring about the prince, the butler's mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The complexities of their intertwined destinies danced before his eyes, each step forward fraught with uncertainty and intrigue.

"Lead the way!" Eungi commanded, her voice echoing with authority as she took charge of the situation. With a sense of purpose, she prompted the butler and a discreet maid to guide her through the labyrinthine halls of the mansion, their steps quickening to match the urgency of her mission.

Upon reaching the study room, she swung the door open, revealing the harrowing tableau of Prince Chanyeol contemplating self-harm with a gun. In that heart-stopping moment, the weight of the impending tragedy hung heavy in the air.

Reacting instinctively, Eungi propelled herself towards him, a forceful surge of determination propelling both herself and the prince to the floor. The air crackled with urgency as, with a swift and decisive kick, she sent the gun skittering away, averting the imminent catastrophe that loomed over them.

The butler, quick to comprehend the gravity of the situation, moved with a seamless grace. He swiftly closed the door, a silent guardian shielding the unfolding drama from the prying eyes of the mansion's staff. The heavy door muffled the sounds within, creating a cocoon of privacy around the intense and intimate moments that unfolded within the confines of the study room.

In the dimly lit study room, Eungi's voice resonated with unwavering determination as she declared, "Prince Chanyeol, I wish to be your wife!" The air seemed to hang heavy with the weight of the unexpected tableau that surrounded them—a scene that defied the conventional expectations of a royal courtship.

Her words, uttered amidst the dramatic setting, reverberated through the room, creating a palpable tension that seemed to encapsulate the gravity of her intentions. The unexpected turn of events had brought them to this pivotal juncture, where the threads of their destinies converged in a space fraught with both vulnerability and possibility.

Prince Chanyeol, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and curiosity, gazed up at Eungi, the sudden twist in their fates unfolding before him. The tableau on the study room floor became a canvas upon which their destinies were rewritten, the air thick with the promise of a new narrative.

With the weight of her declaration settling upon them, Eungi took a step forward, her gaze unwavering as she faced the prince. "I wish to be more than a mere observer in the tale of our intertwined lives. Let us redefine our narrative, not constrained by the expectations of tradition, but guided by the authenticity of our hearts."

The butler, who had discreetly closed the door to grant them a semblance of privacy, stood at the periphery, a silent witness to the unfolding drama. The dim light cast shadows on the walls, accentuating the charged atmosphere within the room—a space where the boundaries between royalty and rebellion blurred, and where the echoes of a newfound destiny reverberated.

As Eungi's declaration lingered in the air, Prince Chanyeol's gaze met hers, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. In that moment, the study room floor transformed into a stage for the rewriting of their intertwined fate—a tale that promised to defy conventions and embark on a journey guided by the compass of their own hearts.