Reincarnated - A Villainess

The biting wind whipped around Raessa, but she barely noticed. Her hands, uncharacteristically, gripped the ornate quill with a steadiness that belied her years. Beside her, a cup of steaming tea sent wisps of vanilla-scented steam into the quiet room. The rhythmic scratching of quill on parchment was the only sound, a stark contrast to the cacophony of her former life.
Suddenly, the heavy oak door of her bedroom slammed open, rattling the porcelain teacup in her hand. A shriek of delighted laughter echoed through the room, followed by the rustle of expensive fabric. Her mother, Freya, burst in, her silver hair a halo around her ecstatic face, a dangerous glint twinkling in her eye.
"Raessa, my dear!" she trilled, her voice a melodious bell. "Marquis Faque has invited us to come to their garden party today!"
