CHAPTER 1 - 'Realization'

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"Is he dead..?" A maid asked shocked, at the boy's bruised body. "I hope not... My payment would be lower." Another maid replied. I felt someone pick me up - rather forcefully - from the cold ground.

Where— What the hell?

I opened my eyes and squinted from the sun's rays. I barely had enough strength to lift my arm. Why am I so weak now?

I looked at my arm as my eyes widened. My whole arm was full of bruises and cuts. The bruises stood out from my pale arm, Purple, red, black, holy shit.

I felt myself rise from the warmth of a Maids?.. Body. She threw me onto the ground— only god knows where — and muttered the words, "Disgusting bastard" before leaving and slamming the door.

'HEY, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A "DISGUSTING BASTARD" YOU BITCH' I got up from the floor and dusted the dirt off my pants.

"Okay." I choked. My throat hurts just saying, okay? How long has it been since I drank some water? I just went to go to the convenience store-

Wait.

I looked around. How am I just now noticing I'm not in a car anymore — Fuck that. How didn't I see I'm so damn pale and small?? When did I get all these bruises anyway?

I spotted a mirror in the corner of the room and walked to it. It was covered in dust — making me cough after dusting it off. I looked up and stared at the mirror.

Yeah, I'm not in my body right now. I looked at the reflection. I — the body had golden silver hair with a layer of black (which I'm assuming is dirt, I hope). He was thin. Thin enough to the point where I think he was starving to death, he has pale skin-matching a snowflake.

His eyes, I can't even see them because of this damn hair! Who made this poor boy look like an anime hentai protagonist??

Is searched the room hoping to find scissors to cut his hair. My eyes finally landed on a pair of golden scissors. I walked over and grabbed the scissors, which had dried stains of blood onto them.

My eyes (which I can't see) widened, I looked down at my wrist. A sudden wave of guilt hit my heart. 'Poor kid... the hell of a life does he live to know about cutting his wrist..' I tried my best not to think about it and walked back to the mirror.

I slowly started to cut his hair, Trying my best to make it look good.

After finishing, I was left, with Long bangs covering half of his face but not his eyes. They curved onto each other — causing pieces of hair to pop out. I found it cute I didn't bother to fix it. And to long pieces of hair on both sides of his face.

'Yup he, is handsomely cute.' I perked a smile making the whole new hairstyle on this body perfect.

Now, his eyes are beautiful. His orange eyes glistened in the darkness of the room I was in; he — I looked beautiful.

...

Okay, now that I checked out my new body, WHERE THE FUCK AM I? I backed away from the mirror and headed toward a window.

I moved the curtains the was blocking the sunlight and looked outside. It looked like a courtyard. Full of roses — perfectly matching the description of the story I'd read before.

The story I've read before, Wait. No, no, no, wait — could I have-? The sudden realization hit me have I transmitted into the novel I was reading. But in the stories said you have to die-

I just got hit with another realization.

"Haha...haa." I was lost, for words. It's a possibility that everything I thought of is true. But if I did get transmitted into this novel, wouldn't I be someone who's introduced?

I sat onto the floor — it was, covered in dirt — and lingered into deep thought. 'Okay, so I already know I'm not in the female leads body — I'm a guy right now. And I wouldn't be the male lead - he was described as a loved prince of the empire and was very spoiled.' I sighed.

'Can I be one of the butlers? Like Damian? No, he was close to the female lead. Who am I then??!?' I pushed my eyebrows together, trying to figure out who am I.

SLAM

"..! AGH—" I screamed at the sudden slam of the door. "Ouch.." I rubbed my head after hitting it at the wall behind me.

I opened my eyes and looked at the door. it was a maid who seemed panicked. "YOU- Ah.." she looked shocked just by looking at me. "Who Are you -- where is the prince..!" She yelled pointing, a finger at me.

'The prince?' I stared at her, confused. 'Damn it I'm, still unable to talk because of my sore throat..'

"I'm the prince.." I managed to choke out. (Look, I'm surprised as well I thought my throat was fucked up) Her eyes widened, "y-you can t-talk..?"

'Of course, I can talk - damned women! who wouldn't be able to talk-' ... Another sudden realization...

A prince who wasn't able to talk at a young age, People talked about him behind his back — The younger brother of the male lead. 'I'M THE UGLY PRINCE??!??'

That made so much sense. That's why the maid called me a "disgusting bastard" — I still hate the wrench — and why I looked like a hentai protagonist!

The author never really described what the "ugly prince" looked like, just he - the prince, resembled a beggar from the streets. Who would have known he was an ugly duckling. He was a prince hated by his parents and the empire. Well, now that I'm here, things could change.

'This is the kid that died in the hands of the female lead! Died in the hands of the female lead..' the Smile I once had on my face finding out who I was, turned into a frown.

'WAIT HE, DIED IN HER HANDS!?!?'

he died...

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