Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince
A scientific genius named Thomas Harrier was transmigrated to an imperial prince body after a car accident that took his life. He found out that he is in a world similar to our own with a timeline akin to early twentieth century. The body that he is occupying was the imperial prince of a failing empire who suddenly rose to power after a successful assassination attempt of his father. Unaware that the attack is just the beginning of what is to come. He faces many challenges throughout. Will Thomas Harrier be able to live his second life in peace while running an empire and getting it back to its former glory? Or will he succumb into a conspiracy lurking within the country's borders? Expect some: Cold war era techs. Super battleship with advanced electronics, propulsion, and fire control systems? Helicopters? Missiles? Modern medicines and equipment? AC-130? A nuke? Challenger or Abrams or Leopard? F-4 Phantom or MIG-21? Colored TV's. Everything!!! Donation link: https://ko-fi.com/sorryimjustdiamond PS. Cover not mine, I just found it on google. If you are the owner and want me to take it down, then you can reach me in the comment section.
Taking the Package
"Me, coming with you? What made you think I would do that?" Anne asked. Her lips pursed as she leaned forward with crossed arms.
"I don't think you understand the situation here, lady. But I killed every one of your guards in this palace. There's no one coming here and no point in keeping up a strong facade," Rolan trailed off, noticing something odd from the way the Queen behaved. "You seemed too comfortable for a person whose back is against the corner."
"Oh?" Anne sang, "You are wondering huh? Why? Are you expecting me to act like a weak princess, whimpering and begging for your mercy? Unfortunately, I'm not that kind of lady."
Rolan stepped forward slowly, his G17 pistol still aimed at her chest should she try something that would warrant him pulling the trigger. As he neared her, he watched her face reading it for signs of subtlety—There weren't, she remained calm, even to the point of locking her eyes with his.