Prince Alistair

Your death was recorded by the universe as the most absurd joke. A novel critic died after choking on a rambutan seed. Right after you insulted Princess Elara, the most idiotic character in the novel.

Now you are the one.

You wake up in the body of Princess Elara. Your rose gold hair is scattered messily on the silk sheets. Your pale face, beautiful as the moon shining down on the earth, is wet, your honey eyes are puffy and empty. Your white nightgown is wrinkled. Your slender neck still stings. The remnants of Elara's stupid drama of threatening to die for a man.

And the man is in front of you.

Prince Alistair stood there, his cold aura freezing the air in the room. Towering in height, his black robes accented with Valerius' signature silver thread fluttered gently. His features were sharp, perfectly sculpted and flawless. Thick eyebrows shaded sapphire eyes that radiated pure hatred. Hair as dark as night fell, framing his pale, handsome yet merciless face.

His steps on the marble floor with ancient script made Elara's body, which you were occupying, shrink instantly.

He looked at you, disgusted.

"You will be my wife... and don't act like I accept you."

In the novel, that line makes Elara cry and hug her legs.

You don't.

You pulled the silk blanket over your sore neck. You stared back into those sapphire eyes, no longer with Elara's blind love, but with deep weariness.

You chuckled. Hoarsely.

"Calm down, Your Majesty. I have no intention of accepting you either."

Outside the window, the moon shone down on Valerius's land, casting a silver glow over the marble pillars of the palace. The light fell right between you.

For the first time, the hatred in Alistair's eyes cracked. Not out of love. But out of confusion.

Because of that obsessive Princess Elara, tonight there was no pleading at all.

He challenged fate..

the title = Devil's Bride Crown
Your death was recorded by the universe as the most absurd joke. How could a novel critic like you die from choking on a rambutan seed? Unfortunately, it happened right after you harshly condemned the foolish princess character in a trashy fiction book—a woman who threatened suicide to force a cold prince to love her.
Now, your consciousness is being forcibly pulled away. Your slender fingers brush against the silk sheets in the palatial chambers of the Valerius Kingdom. Outside the window, the moon illuminates the earth, casting a silvery glow over the rows of marble pillars and ancient script carved into the palace walls. Ironically, you are trapped inside the body of a princess whose love is ingrained, foolish, and disgusting.
The silver-haired man stepped closer, his sapphire eyes staring at you with disgust.
"You will be my wife... and don't act like I accept you."
Smile, because the game has just begun.