The Eight-Tailed Fox

Emily's heart breaks time and again after her husband puts his trust in his second wife more than her, even after ten years of marriage and a lifetime of devotion. She dies from that heartbreak, though the broken heart is only part of the reason. She is also poisoned, sentenced to death after being accused of a crime that she didn't commit. She is a nine-tailed-fox, a creature of magic and nature, but in the eyes of her husband's men, she is nothing but a demon who has seduced him with her evil powers and the reason for the incidents in their home, the mastermind for everything that has ever gone wrong.

Her husband may not love her anymore, but he did not really wish for her death either. He has provided her with a clear path of escape. Only she does not wish to run. Her devotion towards her husband is absolute. If he wished for her death, then so be it.

Emily drinks the poison and dies…

Only to wake years in the past… to the day when everything had begun to fall apart. She wakes to the day her husband takes in a second wife and finds herself no longer so blindly in love with the man who had taken everything from her.

She has been given a second chance. This time, she will make it right, not just to herself, but to the young servant that she had taken in, the man who had followed her through the hell that had been her first life and swore his loyalty to her even though there was nothing to be gained.

Secrets are unveiled and love rediscovered as she lives through her life a second time.

This time, she will be happy.

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The guilt seemed to make its way back again as his expression got a little conflicted before it settled once more into an indifferent mask.

“I know this has been difficult for you,” he ventured at last after she had poured him his tea.

Ram was off to the side, glaring resolutely to the ground.

“I'm… adjusting,” she replied diplomatically, which she believed was a huge improvement from the last time they had this conversation. Things were thrown and the vast majority of the things in the room had been burned in her anger. She supposed it was fear that made him bind her powers a few years after that. Her outbursts were starting to prove too dangerous for those around her and he needed to keep the people safe from her.

And it wasn't a lie.

She was adjusting to having gone back to her past. A do-over.

It still caught her off-guard sometimes when she looked in the mirror and didn't see her ears. In a way, she missed that she didn't need to pretend to be something she's not. There was so much for her to sort through and mull over, but confinement to her room and this small part of her estate got pretty dull before long. No wonder she was depressed and thought that it would be easier to end her life.

Daemon sighed.

“I really didn't plan to… to fall in love with someone else,” he said.

She waited for that terrible ache in her heart, that stabbing pain through her veins and the feeling like he had stabbed through her ribcage and was attempting to yank her heart out through her chest… but it never came. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“You don't believe me,” he murmured, sounding like he was the one who was being wronged.

“Nobody plans to fall in love a second time,” she countered. “It is what you do when you do that counts. Fighting off the temptation to stray and promising to be faithful bears more weight, than apologizing for the lack of fidelity,” she said, pleased that she was able to be so level-headed about this. They didn't have this conversation the last time. She was too angry to hear anything he had to say after that rather ludicrous apology.

Daemon looked taken aback, like the thought had never crossed his mind before.