Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

The King's voice thundered from beyond the doors, furious and sharp.


The words struck like iron through the court's heart.


The echo rolled down the golden hall, shattering the murmurs and fear that had been festering there only moments before. Every whisper died. Every tongue froze mid-motion. Even the torches along the walls seemed to shrink, their flames trembling in silence.


One by one, all eyes turned toward the throne.


The crimson carpet that stretched through the court seemed endless now, leading to the elevated dais where Ben Lionheart stood—his figure a dark silhouette framed against the throne's golden light.


The King's presence filled the air, heavy and unyielding.


Chapter 86 - The Weight of the Crown