Reincarnating into a Beautiful Woman

The world was a blur of rich fabrics and hushed whispers, a constant symphony of exotic sounds and foreign tongues. I was a baby, yet my mind held the weight of a lifetime lived elsewhere. Yeon-Woo, a chemical engineer and entrepreneur from a bustling, technologically advanced Korea, was now Caelina, the 'most beautiful woman' of the Zionitte Empire.

The early years were a struggle, a bizarre re-learning of basic existence while grappling with the profound grief for my lost husband and mother. My new reality was a gilded cage, a magnificent palace of marble and mosaic that offered no comfort for a soul aching for a world of toilets and liberal thought.

Servants hovered, their voices a continuous chant of 'Caelina.' I learned my name, understood it meant 'heaven,' a cruel irony given the hellish foreboding that gnawed at me. The book, the one I’d dismissed as a fanciful myth, had described a Caelina whose outward beauty masked an inner cruelty, a woman abandoned by her prince and who met a tragic end. And now, I had silver hair and eyes of swirling purple and honey gold, features too eerily identical to the doomed maiden.

At five years old, the truth slammed into me. Formally presented to Emperor Michaelis I, I saw him, the Crown Prince Laith, my supposed fiancé. His name, his golden eyes—it was all real. The myth wasn't a myth. My tiny body, overwhelmed by the crushing weight of prophecy and a terrifying future, gave out. I fainted, collapsing before the royal family, the chilling realization echoing in my mind: I was Caelina, and my tragic fate awaited me.