DROPPED. --- Synopsis: I transmigrated into a novel that I read years ago as the second Prince of the Chrono Empire and was fated to be killed by my half-brother, the First Prince at the age of 12. So, What's my role in this novel? Am I the villain? Am I an insignificant extra? Am I the protagonist? Nah, definitely not. But, why bother? Following the novel's plot isn't my style and I won't let it dictates my life. Regardless of my role, I am the main character of my own life. --- The cover isn't mine. If you are the artist/owner of the cover and want me to take it down. Please let me know. 我不知道為什麼
A day passed in a blink of an eye and after taking a shower, Fedel helped me put on the hair-changing potion.
Simply, the color would come off when exposed to water and that was why I had to reapply it.
"It's done, Your Highness."
"Thank you, Fedel."
"My pleasure."
Soon, I got out of the room and coincidentally I met Alexander in the corridors. He was seen walking whilst massaging his bridge nose.
I hastened my pace and positioned myself next to him.
"Good morning?"
He turned to look at me and my steps stopped abruptly. I was shocked when I saw his face.
"My goodness, you look terrible."
There were dark circles under his eyes and at this point, he was no different from a panda or perhaps, a zombie?
"Oh yeah? And whose fault was it?!"
Alexander spoke sarcastically at me. I raised one of my brows in question.
"Why was it my fault?"
"Tsk."