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.

A sharp noise—the intentional, calculated hum of footsteps—jarred the soldiers into awareness. All eyes turned, all eyes focused, and anticipation made the air taut. From the shadows behind the imposing palace gate strode a figure, young but compelling, with the silent burden of power that commanded notice before a single word was uttered.


The young prince moved forward, his step smooth and confident, and in the moment, the soldiers' stiff stance relaxed just a little. One by one, they bowed their heads in flawless, almost ceremonial synchrony, their deference spun out in a shared silence that resonated more clearly than any speech.


"My prince," they chanted, their voices blending together into one deep, sonorous utterance that filled the air around the carriage.


Chapter 49 - Shadows of Submission