I opened my eyes in a novel I once read — as Emilia Evelisse Valmont, the villainess destined to be abandoned, accused, and condemned. They called her the Ice Queen: flawless, untouchable, and unloved. Her engagement shattered, her reputation ruined, her end inevitable… unless I chose to live differently.
But this is not my story.
From the Crown Prince’s eyes, she was only ever cold — until the day he saw her laugh. To the world, she was a villainess. To him, she became something else entirely. His curiosity turned into fascination, his mask began to crack, and the ‘Ice Queen’ who was meant to fall became the woman he could no longer look away from.
A reincarnated villainess. A perfect noble mask. And a romance told from the man who never expected to find his heroine in her.
Reborn as a scorned noble with “useless” plant magic, she inherits a salt‑bitten coast riddled with pirates and bad soil. Everyone calls it hopeless. She calls it paradise.
So she does what botanists do: test, train, and grow. Mangroves and windbreaks. Rain traps and smarter drills. Krav Maga for thirty‑five stubborn soldiers who don’t trust her yet.
And love interests who can’t help but be drawn in: an illegitimate son with grudges, a foreign prince, a shrewd count, and the archduke’s heir—the empire’s most eligible bachelor, hiding secrets of his own.
In the original story, she was meant to die in obscurity. This time, she’ll make the march a kingdom, one root and one fight at a time.
