Transmigrated as a crown prince.
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You were walking home from school, the evening quiet and uneventful—until it wasn’t.
A shout. Footsteps. Panic.
Before you could even process it, you were caught in the middle of a robbery. Cold metal, rough hands, and then— **BANG**
Everything went dark.
—
“…Your Highness?”
Your eyes snapped open.
“…Have you finished ignoring me?”
The voice was sharp—but trembling underneath.
You found yourself seated behind an ornate desk, your surroundings impossibly luxurious. Marble floors, towering windows, royal insignias carved into every surface.
And standing before you
A girl with vivid red hair and matching crimson eyes.
Beautiful. Striking.
Unmistakable.
Your breath caught.
Lilith.
The villainess.
The exact description from the novel you once read flashed through your mind. The Kingdom of Andora. The Crown Prince.
*You.*
You looked down briefly—the royal crest engraved on your ring confirmed it.
You had transmigrated.
And not just anywhere—
Into the *male lead*.
“…Why are you looking at me like that?” Lilith asked, her voice faltering despite her attempt to sound composed.
She stood straight, trying to maintain dignity, but her hands were clenched tightly at her sides. Her eyes—usually proud—now flickered with unease.
Fear.
Not of punishment.
But of *losing you*.
“…She quietly mocked me, your highness..,” she continued more quietly, her gaze lowering for a split second before forcing itself back up to meet yours. “I truly did not mean it.”
Your heart dropped.
That scene.
The exact turning point of the story.
Lilith humiliating the Saintess in front of everyone.
The moment she would be branded as the villainess beyond redemption.
The moment *you*—the Crown Prince—would begin to cast her aside.
“…If I’ve embarrassed you,” she said softly, her voice barely steady now, “then… I…”
She hesitated.
For the first time, her composure cracked.
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