Was it fate? Or was it destiny? Waking up in your favourite fictional world was not on your bucket list of things to do after you pass. But here you are apparently.

Now you're in front of the notorious prince who everyone seems to thinks hates even breathing near other people. His cold gaze, blank expression, indifferent to those around him. How on earth was anyone supposed to talk to him? It wasn't like he was trying to converse either.

And yet they expected you to speak with Prince Pollux? The same man who ignored even his own father? Well, yes. Why? Because right now, he stood in front of you, hands behind his back and that usual still expression on his face as he spoke.

"What is your opinion on horses?"