I really, truly, hate romance novels. They’re awful, cringy and cliché. I just...hate them. So I really have no damn idea why I took that stupid book. I mean, it’s not as if I had to pay for it. I just randomly found it lying on a bench, near my train station.

And it looked so sappy too. Some edgy girl on a pretty dress and a flowery background, with the title going like « mean girl gets reincarnated or something. » I’m pretty sure my little sister owns a dozen of these.

I guess I felt bad for the person that bought it. I mean it’s better safe in my bag than all by itself in the cold, dark night. And my train was leaving soon, so I had no time to bring it to the found objects office. I’d just go there tomorrow, no big deal.

So this’ how I ended up on a 2 hours ride with no occupation other than...This.

I tried. I really tried not to open it. I knew I would look super dumb, me, a college student, an adult men reading a book meant for teenager. All the women in my family kept saying I’d always been way too prideful. But that’s just how I was.

In the end, it didn’t even matter, and my will proved itself weaker than my boredom.

As I expected, the story wasn’t anything special. Some girl from our world died in a very dumb way, and got reincarnated as a vilain from a story she had, in a very conventional way, read before and thus knew the whole story.

The book wasn’t that long and the typo was pretty big, so in one hour or so i’d read the first half of the book.

Basically, the girl wanted to avoid death since it was how it ended for the last owner of the body. But really it was a bit boring. The new « vilainness » was obviously super nice and smart, so everybody loved her after like 50 pages. I supposed some unannounced danger would show up in the last half, but since the girl was nice to everyone, they would protect her and she’d end up with the black haired crown prince she met at the start of the book. He was still cold to her in my read, but it was just so easy to catch on.

In any ways, I really wasn’t into the story. I liked the victorian setting and the fantasy elements, but that was it really. Well, at least I could say to my sis that I tried to read one of her books. Or simply that I tried to read one. I truely wasn’t the booksmart type.

« I’m so damn tired... »

I tought to myself while dozing off. I decided it was time to put the book in my bag and sleep for a bit. What a dumb idea to go partying on a wednesday…It was a miracle I was even able to read anything in my state.

My eyes slowly started to close by themsleves. I was falling asleep for good

« Goodbye... »

I have no idea why I said this instead of good night. The alcohol I guess. But they turned out to be very accurate to the situation that would next ensue.

A big « FUCK » suddenly woke me up. It didn’t took me long to figure out why the old dude next to me said that.

A whole ass other train was heading towards our car. Either it got derailed, or it was a mistake on the company, I suppose.

It was a very weird and illogical situation. But in the end it didn’t matter, since I was gonna die in a few seconds.

For some reason, I dedicated those few seconds towards that book from hell.

« The heroine too died in-

I woke up a second time.

« Oh fuck so it was a dream. Phew. »

This theory quickly died when I noticed the room I was in.

« A...victorian...bedroom…Well, fuck again. »

I remembered a lot of my dreams, and none of them could ever feel as similar to reality. Well, it definitely was a weird reality.

I spoke out loud to formulate my toughts. It was nightime, but if my hunch was right, I was in a damn huge mansion, so not so much people would hear me talk.

- « ...So reincarnation exists ? I guess. And I was brought to another world ? Or the past ? » But I could see my adult body.

- « Did I reincarned in the middle of someone else’s life ? Did he die in his sleep or something ?

I quickly searched my torso to find traces of blood. Nothing. I searched for a mirror. Luckily, there was one by the huge closet in front of the bed. It looked like the border was engraved in pure gold.

- « Am I rich in this life ? Cool. »

I looked at myself. No traces of strangulation on my neck.

«There wasn’t any goblets on my nightstand either. Did they put poison in his last meal ? But I look healthy and….Oh fuck. »

I was the fucking prince from that stupid. I had to be. Black hair, piercing green eyes, a snobbish look, muscular body…

« Please tell me I wasn’t brought into this damn novel... »

I searched trough my memories to find a physical difference between me and the edgy, cold, annoying blu-

Blue eyed. My eyes were green.

- « Oh Thank god for once. But then were the HECK AM I ???»

For the first time, I heard a voice other than my own. Or rather my body’s.

- « Your highness ? Is there a problem ?

« Oh no. »