Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

The soft steps of Victor brushed against the gleaming marble of the Lionheart Palace hallway, every gentle thud echoing softly down the empty space. The distant hum of the estate blended with the sound of faraway water dripping from some hidden fountain to form a hushed rhythm which seemed almost breathing. His long robe flowed behind him, lightly touching the floor with an ethereal softness, and his shoulders shifted with a calculated steadiness, a quiet witness to the restraint he bore even within strange opulence. With each look about, he was reminded of the palace's majesty—the floors reflected glass, crystal chandeliers deposited prismatic light upon high ceilings, and tapestries, thick and ornate, bore tales of yesteryears. But even as the beauty, and even as the sumptuous show, he walked as though through some holy palace, not wanting to mar its perfection.


Chapter 43 - Echoes of Elegance