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.

 Shadows seemed to linger where leaders once stood. Quiet filled corners like old whispers refusing to fade. Every step echoed through silence heavier than stone. Dust coated maps nobody would ever study again. Time stopped here long before anyone noticed.


On each wall rested pieces of the past - canvas scenes of warriors caught mid-battle, flags dulled by time, yet holding whispers of command. Above the fireplace, blades crossed one another, their edges softened by years though never losing edge, catching light in quiet flashes. Standing along the room's sides: lances, bucklers, shattered heirlooms from forgotten fights, standing as if remembering duty long after silence fell.


Chapter 99 - The Wife Who Walked Through Silence