Trapped in my Brother’s BL Fantasy

"The Duke?" Selina whispered to herself, dread pooling in her stomach. She'd just woken up in who-knows-where with an aching headache, and now she had to face what felt like the final boss already. Fantastic.

Thinking fast, she raised a hand to her temple and forced a weak smile. "I'm feeling a little under the weather. Tell my brother I'll come down later." Her voice came out weirdly graceful, an effortless mimicry of Amelia's refined tone.

The maid nodded. "Yes, milady."

Selina exhaled in relief as she heard the retreating footsteps. Once she was alone, she let the elegant facade crumble.

"Okay, what the actual fuck is happening," she muttered, rubbing her temples.

The headache dissipated suddenly, replaced by a sharp, intrusive glow in her vision. A screen materialized in front of her eyes, faintly transparent, its edges shimmering with gold.

Selina Ashton / Amelia Amister

Memories Unlocked: 10% / 100%

Awakening of the Dragon: 0.001% / 100%

Mana: 100 / 100

Strength: F

Agility: E

Stamina: G-

Luck: ???

Charm: S

Mana Capacity: C

Her jaw dropped. "A character screen?" she blurted. "Why has a romance game suddenly turned into a power fantasy?"

She squinted at the stats, groaning at some of the rankings. "Strength F? Stamina G? Rude. Luck is just question marks? But ooh, S-rank Charm. At least I've got that going for me. That surely strokes my ever-growing ego~"

Her eyes drifted to the top of the screen. Memories Unlocked… Awakening of the Dragon? That definitely hadn't been in the game Michael was working on. In the original version, there'd been a bare-bones combat system where players could train stats by sparring with knights or solving puzzles alongside love interests. But nothing like this.

Selina didn't have time to dwell. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts—sharp and impatient.

"My lady, his grace is growing restless. He urges you to come down immediately," a husky, irritated voice called out.

The sound sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. "You may enter," Selina said quickly, slipping back into her "graceful lady" persona. "Help me get dressed. I wouldn't want to disappoint my dear brother by appearing… common."

The door opened, revealing a tall, striking woman. Fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her sharp black eyes seemed to pierce straight through Selina. Her figure was lean but strong, the kind of presence that could command a battlefield without uttering a word.

"Pretty" Selina thinks to herself, however, she suddenly freezes. Black eyes, red hair, intimidating glare… isn't this Reinhart, the leader of the Northern Knights and my brother's personal assistant?!

"Miss Amelia," Reinhart said, her voice laced with thinly veiled annoyance. "Respectfully, hurry up. His Grace does not like to be kept waiting. I'll summon a maid."

Selina bristled at the blatant lack of respect, her S-rank Charm apparently doing absolutely nothing. Shake my head, she thought wryly.

She rose from the bed, adjusting her posture instinctively. "Your insolence is appreciated, as always, Reinhart," she said with a sharp sneer. The words left her lips before she could stop them, an instinct that felt oddly… natural. Huh. Guess Amelia and Reinhart weren't exactly besties.

Reinhart's glare hardened, but she said nothing, turning sharply on her heel to call for the maids.

Selina exhaled, slumping back onto the bed. "Off to a great start," she muttered. "Apparently, I've inherited Amelia's enemies along with her life."

Her gaze flicked back to the shimmering character screen, still floating in the corner of her vision. If I'm going to survive this… I better figure out what the hell 'Awakening of the Dragon' means before my stats get me killed.

A maid shortly arrives and helps Selina get ready. Selina was dressed in a delicate gown of soft lavender, its high empire waist cinched with a ribbon of silver silk. The flowing chiffon skirt fell just above the ankles, allowing glimpses of lace-trimmed slippers. Intricate floral embroidery decorated the bodice and short, puffed sleeves, blending elegance with a hint of youthful charm. A simple pearl necklace completed the look, catching the light with understated grace.

As Selina looks at herself in the mirror, she can't help but think who wouldn't be charmed by her incredible looks. This was actually the first time Selina got a good glimpse at herself, this is her face, before and after death, besides a few tweaks Michael made to the design. Long silver hair with pink streaks, a thin, frail build; making one have the feeling to protect this adorable creature, and green eyes contrast to her brother's striking blue ones. Familiar… but unfamiliar at the same time, strange emotions brew in Selina's heart but suddenly get thrown away, weird. 

Selina makes her way to her brother's, no, to Troye's office and knocks. 

"You may enter." A cold, deep voice hits her ears. Damn, her ears were getting assaulted today. 

Selina instinctively does a graceful bow in front of her brother. Amelia's reactions and memories coming in handy.

"Why have you called for me, brother?" Selina asks politely, noticing Reinhart in the corner of her eyes near her brother.

"Amelia, you're weak, pathetically so. I've told you time and time again to train with Reinhart, with the knights, with the mages, with anyone at this point. You're physical capabilities are terrible and your mana capacity is subpar at best. You're disgracing my household name. But, I guess this is what I should've expected from a half-blood. You don't have the right to call me brother." Troye spits out, his cold tone having a noticeable hint of venom in it. His blue eyes staring into Selina's like she's some sort of pest. 

"I… apologize your grace." 

"Tsk, keep your apologies to yourself. Go make yourself useful and prepare for a ball. No matter what, the prince must attend, I don't care what methods you use to get his attention. I've accomplished something great and I would love to boast to his highness all about it." Troye sneers, his handsome face distorting a bit. 

Reinhart glances at Amelia, her dark eyes having a hint of empathy that quickly gets washed away with disappointment.

Selina exits the room, her mood at an all-time low. What a shitty "brother", she suddenly misses her actual brother, #######. Wait, #######? W-who is she missing? A tearing pain rips a part Selina's head as she passes out, her warm body hitting the cold floor.