Days had passed since the departure of Crown Prince Lucian, Duke Cedric, and Father Gabriel from the marquise manor. Alaric found himself immersed in the routine of estate affairs, yet his thoughts often drifted to the upcoming banquet at the royal palace—the very event that would mark the beginning of the game's intricate plot.
News of the banquet arrived like a whisper through the corridors of the manor, accompanied by murmurs of anticipation from servants and nobles alike. Guests from neighboring kingdoms, including the ambassador—the game's shou—would be in attendance. It was the perfect setting for the gongs to meet the shou and for Alaric to unwittingly become entangled in their destinies once more.
Determined not to repeat the disastrous incident from the game, where he impulsively pushed the ambassador, Alaric resolved to stay out of their way. He meticulously prepared for the banquet, selecting attire that exuded elegance without drawing unnecessary attention. His coat, a deep navy trimmed with silver, was tailored to perfection, complemented by a simple yet striking cravat.
As he dressed, a certain unease settled in Alaric's heart. The memory of his last encounter with the gongs lingered—their charisma, their enigmatic presence that seemed to draw him in despite his best intentions. Staying away from the unfolding plot would not be easy, he realized. The threads of fate had already begun to weave around him, their intricate patterns guiding him toward a destiny he both feared and yearned to change.
With a sigh, Alaric straightened his cravat in the mirror, his reflection somber. The weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the choices that awaited him at the banquet. He couldn't afford to let history repeat itself, not when the stakes were higher than ever before.
That night, as he lay in bed, Alaric stared at the ceiling, his thoughts consumed by the approaching banquet and the inevitable encounter with the game's shou. Sleep eluded him, replaced by a restless energy that pulsed beneath his skin—a mixture of apprehension, determination, and a growing sense of foreboding.
As the hours slipped away, Alaric closed his eyes, silently steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. Tomorrow would bring the banquet, the gongs, and the game's protagonist—all converging in a dance of politics, romance, and tragedy. Whether by fate or by choice, Alaric knew that his actions would shape the course of events to come, forging a path that would lead him deeper into the heart of the game's intricate narrative.
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Transcending Fate (Transmigrated to an Otome Game)
Fantasy"Transcending Fate: A Shou's Journey in Medieval Love" In a twist of fate, a beautiful boy is transmigrated into a BL otome game set in medieval Europe. He finds himself in the role of the Marquise's son, a minor villain destined to die at the hands...
