[Original Female Lead] [Mycroft-Centered Self-Insert Fanfiction]
[Sharp-Tongued, Proud Female Lead × Chaste, Powerful Man]
When Sylph Archer wakes up, she is lying injured on a London street.
With her memories wiped and her past a mystery, she can’t remember her own name. She has no family, no money, and, unable to speak, no idea how she’ll survive.
As she teeters on the brink of death, John Watson offers her a helping hand and takes her back to 221B Baker Street.
She thinks she’ll just be staying as a guest, but unexpectedly becomes Sherlock’s personal bodyguard. Her silent vocal cords slowly recover, and she finds her voice again.
No one knows that when Mycroft first saw those emerald-green eyes at a training facility when she was fourteen, he broke the rules of reason he had followed all his life.
He should have discarded this defective, mute “goldfish.” Instead, he didn’t destroy her. Without a word, he brought this unusual piece into his vast game and quietly arranged every move to come.
[The female lead’s personality changes over time. She is cautious at first and more sharp-tongued later. If that bothers you, don’t read.]
