ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴀɴᴛs, sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, "ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ!", "ᴀ sɪɴɴᴇʀ!", "ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ!" ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ.

ᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴇᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ.

ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴋᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜʏ ᴡʜᴏsᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ.

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғʟᴀᴛʟʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇsᴛ. ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ʜᴀʀsʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅs sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ.

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴜs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss, ᴡʜᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇʀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴇᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs. ᴀs sʜᴇ sᴘᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜʀᴛ.

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ʜɪs ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ʟᴀsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs.

Eh?

The first thing I remembered early in the morning is the most painful dream I've ever had. Mysterious as it seem, I kept on having flashes of my seemingly past life.

But this time, it's a different one

I looked around the room I am in, seeing a cradle, toys, and a maid cleaning the cabinets. The room is all white and somewhat... gold and silver.

Wait, what..?

Looking at my hands, I saw two tiny hands while I lay down the floor. A smooth shiny floor.

"Oh dear," the maid looked at me with a troubled look as she approached me. "Is his highness hurt?"

She then lifted me into her arms with ease as if I was a baby. Wait, how did she do that?

"His highness is brave at his age," I looked up at the maid and saw her smiling at me. "Someday, you will be a tall tough prince. No matter how hard you fall, you will surely rise."

Prince..

As far as I remember, I belong in the modern day. What prince and his highness is she talking about? The maid walked towards the cradle and laid me in, before giving me a rattle. "Stay here and play with this for a while, your highness."

"Owah," This rattle is different, it has gold lining and silver orbs inside it. I felt like my eyes twinkled at the thing I am holding.

The maid chuckled as she cooed at me. "Do you like it, your highness?"

Unexpectedly, I played with the rattle no matter how confused I am to what on Earth is happening to me, giggling as the maid smiled widely at me.

There are other maids coming to the room, or my room. Cleaning, playing with me for a bit, giving me milk and changing my diapers.

This must be a life of a prince. But the way the other maids look at me, it was as if they are disgusted at me.

Huffing out a sigh, I held my rattle tight as I watched them do whatever they need to do in the room. But then I remembered something again.

Why am I a baby?

To what I recall, I had an overtime to my part time job and I went home very late. But then, while crossing the street with some other people, a truck appeared and the driver didn't seem to step into the brakes.

Thus, my death came forth like a raindrop.

Is it possible to be able to live in that past life of mine that I can clearly recall? Well, it happened to me now so it is a yes.

This sorcery happened, and now I am reborn as a prince, with maids staring at me weirdly. I know I'm a cute little baby boy and soon enough, I'll be able to walk on my own and escape.

Now you ask why I should escape even if my life will make anyone envious?

Because as I said, I clearly know what will happen to this little boy in this world. Neglected not by his mother, but also the whole continent. Only that maid who smiled at me lately, named Jamie William, accepted me as who I am.

My life would be boring and soon enough, if that mother of mine here gets bored of me too, she'll kill me and I'll die. That is going to be a disaster, just like the nightmare I had today.

Dying is out of my bucket list everyday, especially the way I was executed, it was terrible.

But what's more terrible is what that mother of mine here in this world described me. A spitting image of a demon. Isn't she the demon herself?

"What should we do?" The maids who are having a chit-chat made me go back to reality. "The prince seems to be.. a little weird today."

Watch your word. To call a prince weird.

"He doesn't seem to cry often as he used to." Another maid commented with a shrug. "But I guess it's only because he's growing up."

I'd like to agree with you for now.

"What should we do now?" The other maid asked. "Shall we leave? He won't fall down the cradle anyways."

The other maid shooked his head. "We should stay. Looking out for the prince is the easiest task to do."

And with that, the maids decided to stay in my room, which made me uncomfortable to the point that I can't think of my thoughts properly.

Ah, great..