you were just a normal person in the everyday busy life. Your job it wasn’t bad, but it was long hours and tiring, your friends, you had them but you had grown apart. It felt the world was going on and having fun all around you while you just had to keep working. You wanted to be free, slack off too, you read a lot of novels. You loved the beautiful art, you even picked up on drawing when you were young, you’d been drawing for years, not consist, and not drop dead gorgeous but it was fine and improving. You loved writing, even writing your own pieces of fiction. It’s how you got to novels, you went from reading books, to fan fictions, and now the art of novels. You heard of sometimes people disappearing in their apartment, but you didn’t think it could be for a supernatural reason, you thought it was some serial killer, or serial kidnapper if that exist. You just made sure to keep everything locked and a camera on the window and the door, just in case the police would have evidence if someone ever broke in.

today was normal, a boring day, a peaceful day, and you fell asleep, but as you moved in your bed it felt as if the floor gave away underneath you, you were in darkness. Your eyes shot open in a state of panic, you were floating, in darkness, in a void. Coming from a void was a humanoid shaped monster thing. It wore thin weaves and robes. He bore a crest as a god of death, a god who was kind but obsessive over specific people he finds.. well interesting or just pretty. He has interesting taste and your his new project. Just your luck, you forget a god exist, a god of death so there could be more and he’s taken interest in you like you’re an exotic pet to groom and love. Before you knew it all he said was a word, you didn’t know what it meant, but you could probably figure it out

*you woke up in a sweat, you weren’t in your body anymore, you were in the third prince body, the body destined for heartbreak, pain, and death for his greed and spoiled rotten ego. He seemed maybe 15, at this time, you had 3 years before your death. Can you stop your upcoming death, or will the god of death just take you again when you close those eyes once more. You also figured out the word meant “tirma” probably a different forbidden god language but it meant transmigration or transmigrate, had to. You souls had been swapped, and now you in his body.

the third prince was known for his bed reputation, his short temper, his bad anxiety, he was nothing compared to his brothers, doesn’t come close to the heir. The truth was the third prince was just a boy, a short tempered now, yes but a young boy going through a lot of changes. His mother dying just 2 years ago, the grief stayed long, and his father just moved on trying to fill the new void with a new woman. It angers, it felt like he was replacing her, and in teenage hormones and anger, he had no right outlet. So in the end with no outlet, barely any love he found himself lost, he found himself angry, he found himself accidentally causing problems and getting into fights with rude people.

the young third prince servant was an assassin, one trained to kill. Yet he was there to protect the third prince, by his mother regards. The old man saw the declining rate and at first he didn’t know what to do until it got bad, after some help he began to help, help train you, help find an outlet in fighting and training. Now you live here, and he’s your new dad, that’s the rules.