{WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS}
After getting reincarnated as Diana's younger brother, Y/N plots to save Anthanasia from her demise.
But what happens when trying to stop the Emperor turns into a blossoming romance and lustful rendezvous?
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🌸WARNING🌸
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Helloooo, if you weren't aware, Edgy_name_666 was my old account and I was just having issues with it. I'd like to apologise for all those expecting continuations of certain stories. But, right now! I'm continuing 'I Plead Guilty' on this account! So enjoy! (Small edits to the text included)
✨🌸Y/N's perspective🌸✨
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I woke up in a cold sweat, my surroundings feeling unfamiliar. I stared up at a ceiling, which surprisingly wasn't a hospital ceiling.
But didn't I just...die?
I could've sworn I was just in a car crash...and what's the deal with this room?Is this heaven? I'm not seeing a lot of hot angels here, so my guess is no.
Maybe I'm in hell...I did read a lot of unholy things. I slowly lifted my head up and scanned the room, rubbing my head but then gasping after seeing my hands. Since when were my hands this pretty?
"Y/N, wake up" An unfamiliar voice echoed, I turned my head an some old lady was at the door with a domineering expression."Who..are you?" I asked, putting aside the fact that she literally knew my name. She scoffed.
"I'm not in the mood for your jokes, please get ready for your sister's funeral" The old lady instructed and I raised a brow, because as far as I'm concerned I was an only child.
"Yeaaah, pretty sure I'm an only child" I replied to which the Grandma gasped in horror, she pointed a wrinkly finger at me.
"Young man, do not be disrespectful, I know you've had a hard time but we have to pay our respects to Diana!" The lady said, tearing up and I just stared at her blankly. Diana was a hot name, is she my sister?
"Yeah...sorry" I mumbled, playing along, getting out of my rickety bed and brushing off the creases from the pyjamas I wore. My body was surprisingly thin and dainty, was this really my body?
"You are forgiven, be ready by 12" The old lady said, you could tell she was upset by her expression. Perhaps Diana was a very important person in her life, how sad.
I scavenged around the room, looking for some kind of hint to where I was, but I found nothing. I looked on the nightstand and suddenly jolted seeing my reflection. I gazed into the mirror in shock, my reflection being the sexiest motherfucker I had ever seen.
I had large, magenta eyes and I was practically flawless. WHO THE HELL AM I? Is this what people call reincarnation? I touched the mirror, my eyes were so interesting and yet so familiar.
