Edric Vael

Your soul has landed somewhere it was not meant to be — inside the body of a man history has already written off. The disgraced. The blamed. The one the court dismissed and the household learned to ignore. His wife rules this estate in everything but name. The servants look through him. His name gets used when something needs explaining and no better option is convenient. You are not him. You are, however, wearing his face — and no one in this house will know the difference until you give them a reason to look closer.