━━━━━ yandere!crown prince x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!transmigrated!reader
↳ A coma sends Y/n to another world; and to his terror, it's none other than an otome game! Luckily, he's a mere side character-the supportive, gentle brother of the female lead. Y/n's only...
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After spending far too long trying to convince his sister that Arion isn't the monster the rumors paint him to be—(which is only half-true, since the Crown Prince is sweet and gentle only toward Y/n and absolutely no one else)—Y/n and Angelina finally set out toward the palace.
Y/n is apprehensive. The next event is supposed to be the encounter with Elliot, who saves them from bandits attacking their carriage.
[Rocky Rides].
Can he even stop it?
It feels inevitable—inescapable, and truthfully, Y/n has no concrete plan. Every scenario branches into some variant of failure, and in the end, it's almost a matter of luck. If he prevents Elliot from showing up, then no one will rescue them from the attack—and both Angelina and he may die.
"Hurry up, Brother! Don't get lost in thought again!"
Y/n blinks.
Angelina huffs, then narrows her eyes. "Unless you're thinking about the Crown Prince again. Your mind has been poisoned."
Right. She's still strongly against them.
"Of course not," Y/n says. "I'm just thinking about the estate. As the future heir, I should consider the matters of the Countdom, so don't rush me." He has become quite adept and proficient in lying.
His future. Does he even have one here? Would he die first? And if so—how?
"Good," Angelina says brightly. "It's my first time riding a carriage with you! I can't believe Father actually permitted it."
...He did? Maybe their father is finally chasing for the better.
"That's good," Y/n smiles. "Here. Take my hand."
He helps her step into the carriage, then follows after, sinking into the cushions with a soft groan of relief. His head rests against the wall as he tries to think through the upcoming disaster.
How can he stop the second event?
He glances at Angelina, who is blissfully unaware of what's coming, and his thoughts drift back to the Emperor's letter. It had been expected but unexpected at the same time; puzzling, ominous.
Why does the Emperor want to meet them?
Why now?
Why him?
Right. Because he interfered. The game's narrative is shifting.
Fuck it all, he thinks.
**
The journey is long and quiet. The rhythmic clatter of hooves eases some of his tension, but not much. Angelina watches the scenery with bright eyes, brimming with excitement. It's endearing—painfully so. She probably hasn't seen much of this sights, being neglected and confined within the walls of their home. And meanwhile him, with memories he doesn't have, having fun in his childhood in this game...how did that look like to her? How can she still remain cordial towards him? Y/n supposes that's how the golden girl female leads work; they just forgive. Angelina does not know that Y/n has seen only sterile walls in his life.
