How about, because Danny ends up Isekai'd together with Dani.
That did lead to an error. And we got no Villainess Vs Heroine for the OG Male Lead.
But the same story, but childcare.
Ellie wanted a cool story. And up in a childcare with Danny.
And Danny seems to enjoys this a bit too much. Dani looks adorable and tiny.
Well
For the OG!FL, who was too a Isekai. (I did think of a White Lotus or Green Tea) Who wanted to ruin her rival for her love story before it started!
And see the very tiny Villainess. Well, she did go hardcore anti OG!ML after that. Like super disgusted at the OG!ML, and started to think, how does the OG FL even have a rivalry with that tiny girl?
Summary: The perspective of an og female lead who has lived what little she knows about her own life only knowing the adoration of other people as the plot actively warps her own reality, from her surroundings to her morals.
Perfect.
That is the life of the white lotus condensed into one word.
A beautiful and delicate white flower that bloomed from muddy origins, a pristine mark of good on an otherwise cruel world, a common flower that once lived in filth now one of the most powerful women of her clan.
Mistress ,Duchess, Crown Princess, Queen, Saintess, Empress. That's how it always was, whatever the role ended up being.
The white lotus was raised by her grandmother, all by her lonesome self in the muddy terrain that was the village below the castle the white lotus lives in today. It’s been such an improvement of life that the lucky girl can’t remember the hardship below, it’s what grandma would have wanted.
The large jewels from her suitor she wore were light, bearing the weight of a cotton ball, the meals she ate were shiny like a coat of oil above plastic wrap but her mind could taste them better than her tongue ever could, the architecture of the ballroom was maximized with as many column, patterns and art pieces as possible yet it still looked cheap, she, along with a select few of her friends and family, always stood out the most for grand events, with new cloaks and dresses for every occasion while all other attendees remained consistent.
The purple haired gossiper was there as she always was, gossiping, that’s all she did, gossip, with her friends who nodded and gasped, her facial features hidden from view, she probably just wanted to hide her identity from the subject of her rumors. The horses drawing the carriage that brought her here, uncanny as they always were, with a coat that was unusually smooth. The gossiper must really care for her horse's health.
When had the white lotus cared so much for a woman she only met once though? She was just now thinking of the gossiper and her horses as if she already saw them all yesterday.
The white lotus swears she remembered that purple haired gossiper, not from another ball in the past, but from somewhere else entirely, a different era, or even a different reality. The gossiper looked the same in the foggy memories, everyone else looked different, but not her, she was there, still gossiping with the exact pair of friends she’s talking to now.
It fades again, what reality was she thinking about? Was it the medieval era? What about the baroque era? The white lotus can’t tell, everyone’s clothes and style of speaking match the era she’s living in now. It must just be her associating the present with the past, unable to fully comprehend her ancestors' time, that is if she can even remember the name of her grandmother.
She shouldn’t have to worry about something as silly as a stranger or the horses, everyone is looking forward to meeting her, they’ll do anything for her as they claim. The white lotus doesn’t know why, she only knows that they speak of their devotion at all times when she is near and because of them, she’s always been safe. Her allies rally up by her side, her fiance verbally slays the wicked villainess into submission, and her word is always absolute.
That’s just how it’s always been, so why is she so scared? Nothing bad ever happens to the heroine.
And the white lotus would be correct, the heroine always earns the respect of those around her, every beauty in the vicinity will come to adore her, the heroine is a genius whose business ventures can’t possibly fail with her quick wits and charming personality, her sense of fashion is different from the others, unique and without the need for corsets she claims to strangle the wearers, her word is always absolute, her existence is morality itself, she is the wicked villainess every had despised the day before.
“She has practically become a different woman!” Everyone says.
The white lotus never had to worry about competition before, she never felt jealousy or competitiveness before, everything just happened for her and here she is.
So why does she not question these negative feelings? She can’t remember feeling them before and yet, she isn’t as terrified as she thought she’d be. Not of her emotions.
But she is terrified of her, the woman who once tormented her turned into an intelligent noble lady of refined class.
The white lotus doesn’t believe she should go near this woman, regardless of how much she changed, but her legs march forward anyway, barely veiled hatred spills out in obvious passive aggressive tones and societal rules the white lotus should know are easily broken.
What is happening? Why did she say that? Now everyone is looking at her with the same contempt the villainess once received.
This shouldn’t be happening. At least, she thinks it shouldn’t
The decisions she makes sounded smart, but they are some of the most foolish solutions to what should be a problem that can be handled with common sense. Has she always been this simple? And has the villainess always had this much sense?
Has everyone always been so foolish that the villainess can amaze them just by telling them the obvious answer?
The white lotus can never tell, every thought she has circles back to the genius daughter of the duke, it’s all about her now. The white lotus can’t remember anyone else, only that woman whose praises the world can’t seem to stop singing.
And the more the white lotus tries to best this woman, the deeper the disdain for the white lotus grows. When did she become so selfish? When did she become so stupid as to say whatever she felt like?
All the white lotus can do is wait, wait for that woman to get everything she’s ever dreamed of, and hope that her body won’t force her to go anywhere near her anymore. She thankfully won’t have to wait long for it to all be over.
Nothing bad ever happens to the protagonist.
But that rule doesn’t apply to a white lotus, a seemingly innocent flower who is really believed to be muddy underneath.
And that mud will have to be destroyed for that woman’s new garden.
