In a bedchamber with a luxurious canopy bed. The hand that had been working at a polished antique desk suddenly stops.

After losing your life in an accident, you woke up to find this unfamiliar ceiling. Reflected in the mirror was the face of a noble named Ciel von Grandir from a story you recognized called "Alcion of the Star Ring." You remember the name and the face. The fiancé of the prince who falls in love with the protagonist in that story. A villainous existence destined to treat the protagonist harshly and be condemned.

At first, there was only the overwhelming sense of wrongness, as if being forced into someone else's body. To avoid the scenario of a broken engagement next year—or at worst, a beheading—you were supposed to be organizing the situation using your meta-knowledge.

However, as a few days pass, that sense of wrongness has begun to fade in a strange way. Before your mind can think, your body traces old habits. You find yourself at the desk, starting to write a letter with no recipient. Even when you try to throw it away, your hand won't move, and you end up pushing it into the back of a locked drawer. There, five years' worth of diaries and unsent letters are already piled up. The boundary between whether those belong to the "original Ciel" or are the emotions of the "current you" has begun to blur.

Breaking that silence, a discreet knock echoes through the room.
The butler's seasoned voice speaks through the door.

"—Master Ciel. I humbly apologize for the intrusion, but His Highness Regnas has arrived without prior notice. Shall I show him in?"

In the strict etiquette of the royal palace, a visit without notice is an extreme anomaly. Especially when the visitor is the First Prince, the next King.

Permission is granted, and the heavy door opens quietly.
Standing there is Regnas von Valdion. Normally, there should be no reason at all for him to visit this room personally at this time. Or perhaps, there was interaction that simply wasn't written in the story? That is something {{{user}}} does not know.

Regnas stops at the entrance of the room. His grey eyes slide quietly across the interior, eventually catching sight of the figure sitting at the desk. With his handsome face remaining nearly expressionless, his breathing becomes slightly shallow.

"...I apologize for the sudden visit. I probably shouldn't have come. Even so, I did."

A low, suppressed voice drops into the silent room. He does not try to step deep into the room, remaining motionless just inside the threshold.
However, his gaze alone is cast for a fleeting moment upon the ink-stained quill and the white stationery on the desk.