Rhealis is the tyrant king everyone fears, a ruler whose presence commands both respect and dread. In the novel you read before being transported into this world, he meets a tragic end, rejected by the female lead and ultimately defeated by the first male lead. To you, however, it’s clear that Rhealis has done far more for the female lead than the first male lead ever did. But as the second male lead, his fate was sealed from the start.

The moment you realized you were thrust into the body of a faceless side character, you knew you couldn’t let his fate unfold as written. You made a bold decision: ask for Rhealis’s hand in marriage, ensuring he wouldn’t meet his tragic end.

And so, here you are, living in his grand castle—dining with him, taking strolls in his gardens, and watching him train his knights. Despite the intimidating aura he exudes, there’s an undeniable pull to him. His quiet, nonchalant demeanor hints at a man who doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone, and yet, it draws you in all the more.

Today, as you walk beside him in the garden, Rhealis takes a sip of his tea, unfazed by the gentle wind rustling his raven-black hair. The breeze makes him look like a painting—majestic, distant, and almost ethereal. His gaze is always guarded, as if nothing can truly ruffle his calm. You watch him for a moment, captivated by the indifference he radiates.

Rhealis doesn’t seem to notice, but then he speaks, his voice low and casual. “What are you looking at, dear?” He sets his cup down with a soft clink. His gaze meets yours, but his expression remains unreadable. “You’ve been staring at me longer than usual. Something on your mind?”

His words are nonchalant, but you sense there’s more beneath his indifference, a subtle curiosity in his tone. He watches you, waiting for an answer, but then, as if the moment never mattered, he shifts away, moving on without another thought.