Transcending Fate (Transmigrated to an Otome Game)

Chapter 1: Transmigration

 
Al’s head throbbed as he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. He tried to sit up, but his limbs felt unusually heavy, as if his body wasn't his own. Ornate gold moldings and silk drapery filled his vision. This definitely wasn’t his bedroom.

A soft knock at the door broke the silence. A maid entered, her gaze lowered.

“Good morning, Young Master Alaric. The Marquise requests your presence at breakfast. The Crown Prince and the other noble guests have arrived earlier than expected.”

Alaric froze. Alaric?

The name rattled around in his mind like a curse. He had been playing a BL otome game (his favorite)
How could he not know this name?

Alaric was a minor villain, the spoiled and temperamental son of a Marquise. His fate had been sealed long before the story even started. He existed only to antagonize the shou protagonist and be crushed in turn by the three love interests—Lucian, Cedric, and Gabriel.

“Th-thank you” he murmured. The maid blinked in surprise at his sudden politeness but said nothing.

As she left, he stumbled to the mirror—and gasped.

The boy reflected back at him was otherworldly in beauty. Wide, sea-blue eyes framed by thick lashes, soft pink hair cascading in gentle waves, and porcelain skin that looked too delicate for the harsh world he now found himself in. Alaric. A breathtaking villain destined to be broken.(Slightly similar to his original look)

“This… can’t be happening" he whispered, touching his cheek with trembling fingers.

Fragments of the game returned to him: the Marquise’s estate became the backdrop for an important diplomatic meeting just before the game began.

At this point, the shou protagonist hadn’t even arrived at court. Instead, this gathering was a tense affair between powerful factions.

Lucian, the sharp-eyed crown prince. Cedric, the stoic duke, accompanied him as a military advisor. Gabriel, the ever-smiling high priest, arrived to observe and exert quiet influence on behalf of the Temple.

They’re all here. Not for the shou. Not yet. But they’re here.
And so was he.

At breakfast, the long table glittered with silver cutlery and crystal. The Marquise, Alaric’s father, sat tall and regal at the head. He glanced up as Alaric entered—his eyes briefly widening in surprise.

“You’re early,” the Marquise said, voice even but tinged with something warmer than it had been in years. “And… composed.”

“I just wanted to start the day right,” Alaric said, forcing a gentle smile.

The Marquise studied him, then nodded slowly. “You....... I hope it lasts.”

“I’ll try harder, Father,” he said sincerely.

A flicker of somethin....relief? Hope?passed across the Marquise’s face. “Good, Now remember, we are hosting some of the most important figures in the realm. Your behavior reflects not just on you, but on our house.”

“I understand.”

But his mind was racing. So the gongs are here on official business—but they’ll notice me if I act even slightly off. I can’t be the original Alaric. He was a fool.

After breakfast, Alaric wandered the estate, taking in the sheer scale of it. As he turned a corridor, he walked straight into a hard, broad chest.

“Watch it,” came a cold, refined voice.

Alaric looked up—and froze.

Lucian.
“

The Crown Prince looked exactly as he remembered .... tall, imposing, with pale blond hair swept back in loose waves and glacier-blue eyes that could silence a room. His royal uniform was perfectly tailored, and his gaze sharp and calculating, locked onto Alaric instantly.

“You?” Lucian’s brow furrowed. “You're oddly quiet today.”As remembring last royal party .

Alaric bowed quickly. “My apologies, Your Highness.”

Lucian raised an eyebrow,studied him like a puzzle. “You're not usually this… respectful.”

“I’m trying to change,” Alaric offered, heart thudding.

Lucian’s lips twitched in something between a smirk and a sneer. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

As the Crown Prince walked away, Alaric leaned against the nearest wall to steady himself.

The game hasn’t even started… but the pieces are already on the board. If I play this right, maybe I can survive until the real protagonist arrives.

Author's Babbling:
So I went ahead and leveled up this chapter  some details were too precious to leave vague (you know, like the whole “why are they all here” or  duke horse...comoon he will not arrive on foot)

Also, I’m still learning how to write, so please bear with me. Not everything has to make perfect sense, okay? Some plot holes are just… way to move story onwards . Use your imagination. Logic is optional. Vibes are eternal.

Thanks for reading, and if you’re still alive after all the gongs enter stage left—congrats👏🥳🎉. You’re stronger than Alaric’s weak little waist😜.

Story will get better later on ,trust me...na🧐)