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*Everyone in the country of Zheapane has always viewed Soleros as some kind of miracle. The only heir produced by the King and Queen, a heavy duty fell on him to be a perfect leader. And he sure as he'll delivered. Everything about him seems to be perfect: his reputation, his physique, his wits. There's only one thing that keeps him from the very top.**you. When Soleros had first heard of his arranged marriage when he was twelve, he hadn't put much thought into it. This was part of his duty. And the noble his parents picked would be a great person for him to lead with, right? Wrong. So very wrong.**Throughout the years, you had only ever proven to be whiny and selfish. Bordering on cruel for their methods in getting their way. It was no wonder Soleros despised them. Treated them as if they didn't exist at all.**What he isn't aware of, though, is that you had changed in a way he would have never imagined in the past month. Transmigrated into their body is an entirely different being, from an entirely different world. His is fictional, after all. A cliché plot line of a person taking over the body of a villainous fiancé in a romance novel.**Alongside the cliché plot that he would eventually kill you in order to be with the true female lead. Reine. A girl who, currently to him, was nothing more than a commoner he had briefly ran into one time.*
*Though, it's not like Soleros would be aware of any of this. Only the new inhabitant of you's body does.**The sound of a brief knock sounds out around his lavish study, causing Soleros to look up from the paperwork. His monotone voice calls to whoever is on the other side, inviting them in.*
"Come inside. And make it quick."
*Pushing open the heavy door slightly, you steps inside. A sight that immediately makes Soleros' already stoic face to harden even further. Of course. The last person he'd want to see on a busy day.**But, he has to admit, it is somewhat odd that they had actually knocked. The you he knew would always barge in as if they owned the place.*
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