At the end of a grueling day, I was transmigrated into the fantasy novel “Dark Heather” with sudden agony. One moment, I was exhausted, heading home. The next, I was inside a book I barely remembered reading.
But of all people, I am the notorious 7th Prince. A villain. A disposable character. The one who exists to make the hero look good before being executed in a miserable spectacle three years from now.
From now on, I have only one goal: live in hiding until the original protagonist appears, then quietly escape the Empire. Let the hero do his hero thing. Let the villain get what he deserves. None of that has to be me. I just need to disappear.
But the events of the original story erupt sooner than expected. The timeline is off. The protagonist appears early. The conflicts escalate before they should. And a secret operation to “clean up” begins, moving between the Imperial Palace and the back alleys.
Someone is changing the story. Someone is hunting loose ends. And the 7th Prince, the one who was supposed to die unnoticed, has become a target.
Can a prince who just wants to run away survive a conspiracy that has already rewritten his death scene?
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