"Young Miss… Young Miss, it is time to get up. Breakfast is ready."
The voice sounded old and strict, like a man who had spent her whole life giving orders politely. Sienna Vale groaned, her head throbbing as if someone had hit her with a hammer. She didn't want to open her eyes. In her half-awake state, she thought it was just noise from her computer again, maybe some drama still playing because she forgot to shut it down.
But the voice didn't stop.
"Young Miss, please rise. A noble young lady must keep proper habits. Sleeping in is not acceptable."
That sentence snapped Sienna Vale awake more than the pain did. The voice didn't sound like a speaker. It sounded too close, too real, like someone was leaning right next to her ear.
Sienna Vale forced her eyes open.
She didn't see her ceiling.
Instead, she saw white gauze hanging above her, gently moving.
Her breath caught. "Wha..."
She turned her head and saw she was lying on a large wooden bed, the kind only seen in old movies.
Beside her stood a serious-looking old man with neatly combed gray hair and a stiff posture. her face had no warmth, but it also didn't look hostile. It looked like the face of someone who believed rules mattered more than feelings.
Sienna Vale sat up slightly, ignoring the dizziness, and looked around.
Stone walls. Stone floor. A simple desk. A chair. A paper-covered wooden window. A glowing stone on the wall for light.
No fan. No phone. No computer. No electricity.
This wasn't her room. This wasn't even her world.
The old man spoke again, still calm.
"Young Miss, you are awake. Please get up. Breakfast time has arrived."
Sienna Vale's throat went dry. Her mind spun fast, trying to understand what was happening. Before she could form a proper thought, a sharp pain stabbed into her head, so sudden that it almost made her scream.
Her vision blurred, her body went limp, and she collapsed back onto the bed.
The old man's eyes widened.
"Young Miss!"
He rushed out of the room at once.
Outside, four people were already waiting.
Two tall young men stood side by side, their bodies built like soldiers. They looked like twins, strong and broad, but their expressions were dull, almost slow.
Next to them stood two women.
One was older, fat, with blue hair and a worried face.
The other was young, about sixteen or seventeen, with long cyan hair and delicate features. She was beautiful, but she stood quietly with her head lowered, as if she didn't dare speak.
The older woman stepped forward immediately.
"Harold! How is the Young Miss? Did she wake up?"
The old man, Harold, nodded once, then shook his head. "She woke up briefly… then fainted again."
The older woman's face darkened with anger. "How can that be? My magic should have stabilized her. Unless…" Her eyes narrowed. "Unless someone did something to her."
Harold's voice remained steady, but his expression turned grim. "Mirella, go check her again. If needed, use water magic to support her body. We must keep her alive."
Mirella clenched his fists.
"If this is because of those people in the capital, I swear I will make them pay. The Young Miss may not be smart, but she is still the last blood of the House Vale."
Harold didn't argue. His silence was enough to show he agreed.
Mirella then glared at him sharply, as if remembering something else. "And don't start teaching her noble manners again. What noble rules? We've been thrown into this cursed land. Etiquette won't save us."
Harold frowned. "No. The Young Miss is still a Viscount. Even if the empire throws us away, she must still carry herself like a noble."
Mirella snorted. "If you keep pushing her, don't expect me to cook for you."
Harold gave a tired sigh but said nothing more. He already knew Mirella wasn't wrong.
Because the House Vale had been ruined.
Once, their name had been respected. Their lord had fought for the empire, and their house had stood among the great nobles. But when the king no longer needed them, the Vales became a thorn. The king didn't destroy them openly. Instead, he crushed them quietly, stripping away their lands and influence until only a broken title remained.
Worst of all was what happened to Sienna Vale, the last heir.
The king forced him to drink the Water of Nothingness, a rare potion that erased a person's ability to use magic or battle energy forever. It didn't kill, but it destroyed any chance of becoming strong. For Sienna, it was the same as cutting off the future of the entire family.
If they had stayed in their old southern lands, Harold and Mirella could still have protected the family.
But the king sent them far away, to the Black Soil Wasteland, a dead region where crops struggled to grow, and life itself felt unwelcome.
Their so-called fief was surrounded by dangerous lands, with only one exit, and even that path led toward another noble family that would never help them now.
Still, Harold did what he could. He sold what remained of their wealth and bought supplies, seeds, tools, and slaves. Then he brought everyone here, to an abandoned castle on the edge of the wasteland. It was the only shelter they had left.
During the journey, Sienna stayed unconscious most of the time. Mirella used her magic again and again to keep her alive, believing she would finally recover once they arrived.
That was why Harold tried to wake her today.
But none of them knew the truth.
The body lying in that bed was still Sienna Vale…
Yet the soul inside was no longer her.
The one who had opened her eyes was Sienna, an ordinary woman from Earth who shared the same name, thrown into the last heir of a ruined noble house.
When Sienna lost consciousness again, her mind didn't fall into darkness.
Instead, it was like someone had ripped open her skull and poured in another person's life.
Scenes, voices, faces, names, memories… all of it crashed into her in a wild flood. It felt like a stranger had forced an entire book into her brain, page by page, without giving her time to breathe.
Her head throbbed harder with every heartbeat, and her thoughts became heavy, slow, like they were sinking into mud. Even in her unconscious state, Sienna could feel herself struggling, as if her mind was trying not to break apart.
After an unknown amount of time, Sienna finally opened her eyes again.
This time, she didn't faint.
She just lay there, breathing slowly, staring at the white gauze above her bed, while her mind felt like it had been rearranged. Her memory was no longer empty. It was stuffed with things that didn't belong to her, but were now sitting inside her head as if they had always been there.
And the first thing she understood was simple.
She was not Sienna anymore.
At least, not in this world and certainly not Sienna Miller.
Her name here was Sienna of House Vale.
Sienna Vale was the heir of the House Vale, a noble house of the Arcana Empire. Their ancestors had been soldiers for three generations. They had fought for the empire, spilled blood for the royal family, and earned their title through war.
At their peak, the House Vale stood as Marquis, holding power and land. Their name was once respected, and even feared.
But Sienna herself… was nothing like the men before her. Heck, she wasn't even a man. Still, she is the only heir of the noble house.
She was a spoiled noble lady, arrogant and shameless. She bullied the weak, acted without restraint, and lived like the world belonged to her.
Her mother died early, and her father spent most of her time outside leading armies.
With no one to truly control her, Sienna grew worse with every year, becoming the kind of Young Miss people hated but dared not offend. Her father had power, her father had soldiers, and because of that, Sienna could do almost anything without consequence.
Until one day, everything collapsed.
The reason was not Sienna's crimes. It was politics.