Three years.
Three long years since I died for Kaelen Thorne, Lord of Blackwood Manor, battling a magical storm that threatened us all.
But as I lay dying, he shielded her, the woman he truly favored, dismissing me as "a pale imitation, a mere convenience."
My last breath was a choked whisper of disbelief, fueling a hatred so profound it tore my soul from my body, anchoring it to this desolate, storm-swept graveyard.
For three years, I wandered the Grey Wastes, a spectral entity consumed by bitter malice, until I found myself screaming at his grave, a furious phantom.
He flinched, haunted by my voice, convinced I was a vengeful spirit.
But then, a spectral Caretaker revealed the brutal truth: Kaelen was bound by a Shadow Curse, forced to feign indifference, compelled to push away his true beloved to protect them both.
Just as his despair triggered a forbidden ritual at my empty tomb, I gasped, air flooding my lungs.
I was back in my body, three years in the past.
Tonight, I will rewrite our cursed destiny.
Tonight, he' ll learn what I truly am.