"Transcending Fate: A Shou's Journey in Medieval Love"
In a twist of fate, a beautiful boy is transmigrated into a BL otome game set in medieval Europe. He finds himself in the role of the Marquise's son, a minor villain destined to die at the hands...
Al head throbbed as he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy and foreign. As he looked around the ornate bedroom, panic began to set in. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t even his world.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. A maid entered, curtsying deeply. “Good morning, Young Master Alaric. Your father, the Marquise, requests your presence at breakfast.”
Alaric’s eyes widened. Alaric? The name sent a chill down his spine. He scrambled to remember the details of the BL otome game he had been playing. Alaric was a minor villain, destined to meet a tragic end at the hands of three powerful gongs.
“Y-yes, thank you,” he stammered, trying to mask his confusion. The maid gave him a puzzled look but quickly left.
He swung his legs out of bed, catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror. His breath hitched. Staring back at him was a stunning, almost ethereal boy. Alaric’s lean frame was complemented by delicate, porcelain-like skin. His big, watery eyes, filled with a mix of fear and wonder, seemed to draw one in, their deep blue color almost mesmerizing. Long, dark lashes framed those eyes, making them appear even larger and more innocent. His soft, pink lips and cute, button nose added to his angelic appearance. His pink hair fell in gentle waves around his face, completing the picture of an otherworldly beauty.
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“This can’t be real,” he whispered to himself, touching his face to ensure it wasn’t a dream.
As he dressed, memories of the game flooded back. Alaric was the spoiled son of a Marquise, known for causing trouble and antagonizing the game’s protagonist, a kind but scheming shou. His fate was sealed by the game's three love interests: Lucian, the cunning crown prince; Cedric, the silent but sharp duke; and Gabriel, the high priest with a hidden side.
Determined to change his fate, Alaric resolved to stay away from the three gongs and avoid disturbing the game’s shou. He had to survive.
At breakfast, Alaric’s father, the Marquise, greeted him warmly. “Good morning, Alaric. You seem...different today. Are you feeling well?”
Alaric forced a smile. “I’m fine, Father. Just...thinking about my future.”
The Marquise raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Very well. There are some important guests arriving soon. Make sure to be on your best behavior.”
Alaric nodded, his mind racing. He had to blend in and avoid drawing attention to himself. He couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
After breakfast, Alaric wandered the mansion, trying to recall the layout from the game. As he turned a corner, he nearly collided with a tall, imposing figure.
“Watch where you’re going,” the figure said coldly. Alaric looked up and his breath caught in his throat. Lucian, the crown prince, stood before him, his piercing blue eyes assessing Alaric with interest. Lucian’s sharp jawline and blond hair, which fell gracefully over his forehead, added to his striking handsomeness. He stood at least half a head taller than Alaric, his presence both intimidating and captivating.
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“S-sorry, Your Highness,” Alaric stammered, stepping back quickly.
Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Strange. You’re usually more…assertive.”
Alaric forced a nervous laugh. “Just trying to stay out of trouble.”
Lucian smirked. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” With that, he walked away, leaving Alaric trembling.
As he continued through the mansion, Alaric knew he had to tread carefully. The gongs were already curious, and he couldn’t afford to let his guard down. His survival depended on it.
