A/N: In case of confusion, note that these chapters are all flashbacks of Madeleine's past lives.
I could feel the familiar softness of the silk sheets on my back and inhale the comforting, almost nostalgic smell of my bedroom. For a brief moment, everything seemed as it always had been—until a disquieting thought broke through the reverie.
"Wait… What?" My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring into the gentle, moonlit interior of my childhood room.
Was I dreaming? Yet, as I sat up and examined the delicate details—the carved mirror, the scent of lavender and old parchment lingering in the air—I realized everything was unmistakably real.
I walked over to the mirror, half expecting a wisp of dream to dissolve before me. Instead, I was met with a shock: the reflection of my younger self, frozen in time five years before my execution. My breath caught.
"What…?" I whispered, nearly unable to believe the sight.
