"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...
The day of the party arrived, and Alaric felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Mark, his designer friend, had outdone himself with a stunning outfit that highlighted Alaric’s delicate features. As Alaric stood in front of the mirror, Fibi, his attendant, made final adjustments.
“You look beautiful, young master,” Fibi said, her eyes shining with admiration.
Mark nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. Every creation I make looks best on you, Alaric.”
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Alaric smiled, feeling a little more confident. “Thank you, both of you. I wouldn’t look this good without your help.”
Mark grinned. “Remember to enjoy yourself tonight. It’s a party, after all.”
Fibi added, “And don’t let anyone bring you down. You’re amazing just the way you are.”
With their words of encouragement echoing in his mind, Alaric departed for the party. The mansion assigned to Julian was grand and intimidating. As Alaric entered, he noticed the guest list was exclusive, filled with important young nobles.
Julian greeted him with a smile that felt forced. “Welcome, Alaric. Elias, please lead our guest inside.”
Elias, standing behind Julian, extended his hand with a polite smile. Alaric hesitantly placed his hand in Elias’, feeling a sense of unease as he was led further into the mansion.
As they walked, Elias eyes looking at Alaric while Alaric's eyes scanned the room, searching for familiar faces among the nobles. Elias noticed and clenched his teeth. "Young master, are you looking for someone in particular?"
A slight blush crept up Alaric's cheeks. "No, no... I was just looking for others. I didn't see Prince Lucian or the others."
Elias' eyes darkened momentarily before he forced a smile. "Prince Lucian couldn't attend. He had official duties at the border. There are some tensions there."
"Oh..." Alaric replied, feeling a pang of disappointment.
Elias smirked, leaning in closer. "Is my presence not to your taste, young master?"
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