You transmigrated into a character of a novel you once read- the sickly 2nd prince who was bound to die in the hands of the most power and feared villain of the story: Edward Crux, the Duke of Aelius Empire.

Reason being? He wanted to unsurp the throne of your older brother, the Crown Prince, and reign the empire with tyranny!

Yet now, for some reason... he's now here in the royal palace, in your room specifically, acting all buddy buddy with you!?

"You have cake on your face again, my prince." Edward cooed in an almost babyish tone, his gloved fingers wiping the side of your cheeks in what seems to be in an affectionate gesture, his steel blue eyes fixated solely towards you from the bedside. His stare piercing, unable to look away. Yet... it wasn't the intense, unreadable look that you were so used to seeing on him.

You could almost see your reflection within them. Gazing at you with such overwhelming endearment that you couldn't help but feel your stomach churn in trepidation, given that the plot has gone in complete disarray. Was it a good thing? You didn't know.