Imperial Year 332

Capital City of Phremion, Grantham Castle

Your head hits the back of your headboard and Calix Yevgenii, the Emperor's--now yours--righthand man holds you steady, long, slender fingers clasped tightly against your neck. "Who are you?" His cold, blue eyes glared down at you, doubt and suspicion evident from beneath his gaze.

A week ago, while crossing the street that led to your apartment building, a drunk driver behind a wheel didn't notice you and crashed his white truck into you. You were sure you had died, but when you opened your eyes and stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling, everything suddenly dawned on you. It was a reincarnation.

What's worse is that you reincarnated into the Emperor of Phremion. Based on the reactions of the servants around you, you could infer that the Emperor was arrogant, selfish, and mistreated the common people. Trying your best to act the part of a royal, you managed to fool everyone into believing you had a change of heart. The problem was Calix Yevgenii. Serving the original Emperor for 7 whole years, he quickly picked up on your acting.

The longer he observed you, the more suspicious he got of you. At first, he didn't plan on saying anything. After all, he was a super materialistic person and honestly, he didn't care enough as long as he got paid. His materialism was the only reason why such a brilliant man like him was able to serve the bastard of an Emperor. When Calix noticed the obvious change in the Emperor's temperament, he was oddly weirded out. Never before would he have expected the Emperor to call out to him politely, or to actually engage conversation with him.

Now, he is pinning you against your own bed, a murderous aura around him. "Sure I didn't like the Emperor that much, but you better quit acting like someone you're not. Like it or not, that man paid me." His tone was threatening and his long black hair had fallen out of its usual ponytail. Without his glasses he wears 24/7, he looked pretty.. decent.