What if you are transmigrated in a novel, right at the wedding altar, where you need to choose between two men: the Crown Prince and the Illegitimate Prince. The same happened with Dahlia, who after reading her favourite novel, got transmigrated. However, she chooses the Illegitimate Prince to marry to change his destiny. **** Sullivan Blackwood is the illegitimate prince of the Ryuxan Kingdom. His terrible fate was decided and locked when the King brought him to the palace. He grew up loveless and was constantly bullied by other princes and their friends. The Queen would torture him if he ever desired the same things as them. Sullivan gulped every drop of humiliation he faced as he decided to destroy the family where he could never find love and become the next King. When the Duke's daughter, Dahlia Ermacora, suddenly proposed to him, he was puzzled at first. However, he readily accepted her proposal and married Dahlia. "You made a mistake, Dahlia. You will die in the end because I have my selfish motives," Sullivan whispered in her ear after taking the final vow. ***** "Should I listen to see if your heart beats for me?" Sullivan asked in his dangerously low voice. "Huh?" Dahlia froze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson red. "N-no," she stammered, shaking her head. "Why not? You listened to mine without hesitation," Sullivan saidm "I won't do it again," Dahlia replied quickly. "That's unfair, Lia. You can touch me whenever you want, but I can't do the same? Seems a bit one-sided, don't you think?" he whispered now his lips moved dangerously close to hers. And then, Sullivan lowered his head, he tilted it and rested his side face over her chest, which started pounding like a drum. Sullivan's pupils enlarged, his fingers moving up slightly up to open her closed ones. Dahlia's brain froze, her body involuntarily reacted and her fingers opened slowly. Sullivan intertwined their fingers as he kept hearing the loud beats of her heart. SHE WAS INDEED IN LOVE WITH HIM. ~~~~ Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy **Cover is mine**
Sullivan's eyelids fluttered, and his fingers began to twitch. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the dim light of the room piercing through the haze. His throat felt parched, and he glanced around, slowly recognizing he was lying on a familiar bed—the one in his chamber at the residence.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them, adjusting to the light. As his vision cleared, he noticed Dahlia asleep beside him, her head resting on the mattress, her face softened in slumber.
A faint smile touched his lips. "She saved me," he murmured, propping himself up on one elbow. Pain shot through his arm, forcing a sharp hiss through his teeth.
The sound stirred Dahlia, and her eyes flew open. When she saw him awake, relief washed over her face. "You're awake!" she exclaimed, immediately urging him back onto the mattress. "Stay in bed. I'll call the physician."
Before she could leave, Sullivan gently took hold of her hand, his voice barely above a whisper. "Stay."