Prince Malven Frosthart — the name alone could silence a room. He wasn't just the most beautiful prince in the empire — no, in all honesty, he made princesses look dull in comparison.
With beauty that outshone even the finest jewels, his name was whispered in ballrooms, written in poems, and worshipped in paintings across the realm and far beyond. Especially known for his strange gift — the ability to speak with birds.
Yes. Birds. But above all, it was those legendary ocean-blue eyes that brought even the proudest royals to their knees.
They said one look into them felt like drowning in a dream. And guess who this divine prince is? Me.
That's right. I died, and woke up as Prince Malven Frosthart — the man said to live in everyone's fantasies, be it princesses or princes alike. And let me tell you, they weren't lying. This body is unfairly stunning — Silver hair that glistens like moonlit pearls, Eyes like a galaxy swirling in deep blue, Soft lips that curve naturally into a pout, A delicate face framed by the perfect jawline, And a deceptively fragile-looking figure that stands a proud 181 cm tall.
Even his voice — my voice — flows like a song carried by the wind. A living fairytale.
But, of course... every rose has its thorns.
Prince Malven may have had unmatched beauty, but he also had the tendency to be — well — kidnapped. A lot. And his last great misfortune? He was abducted by a mere commoner. A nobody.
Panicked and scared, he tried to escape... only to be killed by the very hands that took him. How do I know that?
Because I saw it all.
Clear as day, in my dream — the memory of Malven's last life.
And when I woke up, I was him.
The most beloved prince in history,
Now trapped in the same fate again.
But this time, I'm not going to let that commoner — whoever he was — win.
unless he's hot. Then we'll see.
But now that I'm here — reborn and radiant — there's no way I'm letting history repeat itself. Life's too damn short, and this world is way too pretty. I refuse to die again. No tragic endings.
I'm going to survive and enjoy every second of this new life.
Unfortunately, when I opened my eyes and realized I'd been reborn, I was already being kidnapped by the next day. Yes. Already kidnapped.
Inside a damn horse-drawn carriage like some medieval damsel.
"Oh shit. I've been abducted," I whispered, glancing around. The carriage was empty, but I could feel movement — the thumping of hooves, the creak of old wheels, and the sound of someone outside, likely steering the horses.
What were those guys called again? Carriage...men? Old-timey Uber drivers?
"Hey! Heyyyy! Who's there?! I've been kidnapped! I don't even know who my kidnapper is! Help!! Wait, wait, WAIT!" I yelled, banging on the wooden walls like it would do anything.
The carriage jerked to a stop.
My heart dropped.Oh no. Here it comes.
I braced myself for an attack, clinging to the wall dramatically.
The carriage door slammed open — and I screamed.
Because right there, standing in front of me, was a glittering sword pointed straight at my face.
I froze, heart racing as I stared at the sharp blade, terrified that one wrong twitch might be my last.
"Stop yelling. No one's going to hear you out here." The voice, Deep. Calm. Low like the ocean at midnight.
And hot. So hot I nearly moaned in fear — in fear, okay?!
Slowly, I looked up from the sword, and the moment my eyes met him, I swear a thousand mental doors flung open in my brain. Standing before me was a man cloaked in black, his presence so powerful I forgot how to breathe. Black hair, sharp and slightly wild. Eyes like black diamonds — terrifying, emotionless, but stunning. Tanned skin.
A body built like a war god. And his face...Oh my god. Was I supposed to run from this man? Because I kinda wanted to crawl into his lap.
"You—You're my kidnapper?" I asked, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. My voice cracked halfway, caught between awe and sheer thirst.
"You're so damn handsome, What's your name?" I instinctively pushed the sword away — not out of bravery, but because I was too busy drinking in his face. His eyes didn't waver, staring me down like I was a bug... but a cute bug. I swear, my heart did a backflip.
Sure, my eyes were famous for their heavenly charm, but his? His looked like they'd drag you into hell and make you thank him. He seemed taken aback for a split second — not that he'd admit it — and I knew right then... I could use that.
The original prince panicked and tried to run. Dumb move. Me? I'm going to survive. I'm going to flirt, charm, and annoy my way into staying alive — maybe even into his good graces. Or pants. But let's focus on survival first. "Please," I said with a pout, "just tell me your name. I won't scream, promise. I'll be good." He stared at me.
Long and cold. Then finally, he lowered the sword, sheathed it at his hip, and said with a voice that could melt glaciers:
"Kazariel Emberdeep."
Two words. That's all I got.
And then he turned and walked away, back to the front of the carriage like nothing happened. Of course, he locked the door behind him. Rude. Still, I sat back, smiling to myself. Kazariel Emberdeep.
The man who was supposed to kill me. Too bad I already made up my mind. I'm not dying this time. I'm going to make this kidnapper fall for me. Luckily, there was a tiny window near the front of the carriage — barely big enough to peek through. I pushed it open and leaned out, squinting forward. There he was. Kazariel.
Seated tall, guiding the horses in silence. His face was unreadable, carved from stone, eyes locked ahead. His black hair moved slightly with the breeze, exposing the nape of his neck and those broad, terrifyingly attractive shoulders.
Even from here, I could feel it — that powerful aura rolling off him like heat from sun-baked stone. And gods he smelled like cedarwood and cold steel. Masculine. Dangerous. Exactly my type.
"Hey," I called, head poking through the window, "can I keep talking?" No response.
Of course not. "Your name's Kazariel Emberdeep, right? Such a beautiful name.
Honestly. It sounds... elegant and dangerous. Like someone who'd kill me with poetry." I grinned. "I'll just call you Kazariel from now on, okay?" Still nothing. He didn't even blink. Tough crowd.
I rested my chin on the windowsill, watching the scenery roll past. We were moving through a dense forest — soft light filtering between leaves, everything bathed in green and gold. "Actually, I was so bored staring at palace walls all day.
So I'm kinda glad you brought me here. It's pretty. Peaceful." I admitted, eyes wandering dreamily.
Just then, a small bird chirped above, fluttering down and perching right on my head like it owned me.
I giggled. "Even the birds here are cute. You've got taste, Kazariel." I peeked through the window again, trying to catch even the tiniest hint of a smirk, a twitch — anything.
Nothing. Damn. Was this man carved from obsidian?
"Kazariel," I called again, sweetly, "I wonder why you kidnapped me. Must be some big secret, right?" He didn't turn, didn't speak.
"It's okay if you don't wanna tell me. I'm sure you've got your reasons. I'll be good, promise. As long as you don't kill me, we can be friends, yeah?" I offered with a grin, my voice all sunshine and hope. Finally — finally — he spoke.
"Keep talking, and I'll cut your tongue out."
I slapped both hands over my mouth immediately. "You—You're so cruel! I like my tongue!" I cried, pulling back inside and flopping dramatically onto the carriage seat.
Pouting, I muttered under my breath, "How am I supposed to make friends with someone who threatens to chop parts off?"
Still. He spoke. Progress.
The ride dragged on in utter silence — just the creaking of wheels, the steady clop of hooves, and me, dramatically sulking in the back like a tragic prince in a poorly written play. That is, until the carriage finally slowed and stopped.
The door creaked open. Kazariel stood there, silent as always, one hand on the handle, the other already back on his sword. I sprang out with the grace of someone who had been stuffed in a box for hours and immediately froze. "...Oh my god."
Before me stretched a natural wonder straight out of a dream — a massive waterfall crashing down from between mountain cliffs, glimmering like liquid diamonds under the afternoon sun. Mist curled into the air like soft smoke, the sound of rushing water echoing like a lullaby.
"This place looks... magical." I breathed, turning in awe, never having seen such beauty even in my old world.
"Are we taking a break?" I asked, turning to Kazariel — who, of course, gave no verbal answer. He just nodded slightly, sitting down nearby with his sword resting across his lap, meticulously rubbing it clean.
Now that we were both standing, I really noticed it — he was tall. Really tall. His presence felt heavier in the open air, like the entire forest bowed a little whenever he moved. But I had bigger ideas.
"Can we stay here a bit longer? I wanna swim! I wanna bathe!" I grinned.
Before he could even respond, I was already running. "WAIT—!" he called. Too late. I jumped. The cold water hit me like a slap and a kiss at the same time — shocking, yes, but also so refreshing that I let out a genuine laugh. I ducked under, surfaced, and shook my hair back dramatically, sending droplets flying.
"Ahh... this feels amazing." I sighed, floating lazily and letting the current tug at my limbs. The sun, the water, the greenery — I forgot, for a moment, that I was technically a prisoner. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Kazariel again, still seated, sword across his lap... watching me. His face was unreadable as ever, but he was definitely watching.
"You are watching." I smirked, swimming to the edge and resting my arms on a flat rock. "Wanna join me? Promise I won't bite."
"Shut up and get out already," he said, voice cold as ice. I pouted and swirled my fingers in the water.
"You're so mean." I muttered. And then—
Kazariel moved. A blur. His body shot forward with the speed of a trained killer. His arm slashed through the air right beside me.
I blinked, confused, only to see his hand clamped tightly around the head of a thick, black snake — inches from where I was resting.
My heart stopped. "AHHHHHHHH!" I shrieked like a child, launching myself out of the water and hiding behind Kazariel, my hands gripping his back like a human backpack.
The man held the snake as if it were a flower, completely calm. He didn't even flinch. Me? I was one blink away from fainting.
"There was a snake in the water!" I gasped, trembling, my wet body plastered to his back. "I almost died!"
Kazariel didn't say a word. He simply hurled the creature into the trees with a flick of his wrist. It vanished. Then he turned around to face me. Drenched, still panting, I stared up at him with wide eyes, water dripping from my hair, heart pounding like I just fought death itself. He stared down at me — wet, trembling, and clinging to his shirt — and for a second, I thought I saw something shift in his expression. A flicker of... concern?
Or maybe amusement? Either way, I wasn't letting go just yet.
"I officially accept you as my bodyguard," I whispered dramatically, still hiding behind him. "You may now protect me for the rest of my life."
Before he could say anything, I tiptoed and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. My heart pounded in my chest — maybe from the snake scare or maybe from how close he was. "You saved me back there," I whispered, smiling up at him.
"Thank you, Kazariel. I knew it... you're actually a good person." I patted his chest proudly, like I had just discovered some hidden treasure. His eyes widened in what could only be described as horror. Like no one had ever dared to touch him before — let alone hug him. Then, just as fast, he shoved me off like I'd infected him with kindness. I only chuckled, unfazed.
"Are you done?" he asked, voice flat.
I nodded innocently. "Yes, but... now I'm soaking wet. And I have no clothes to change into." He sighed deeply — the sigh of a man who knew he was cursed with a dramatic idiot. Wordlessly, he walked back to the carriage, pulled out a large black bag, and tossed me a set of folded clothes.
"Ahh! You even brought me clothes! You're really a thinker, huh?" I grinned. "Thank you! I'll change real quick."
I turned my back to him, peeling off my wet clothes and letting them drop to the grass. The sun was warm on my bare skin — pale, wet, glistening — and I ruffled my hair dry with both hands before slipping on the fresh, warm clothes he gave me.
"I feel so much better now," I announced, stretching my arms and spinning around to face him.
Kazariel sat nearby, facing forward, his back straight and face expressionless. But my eyes caught it — the tiniest blush blooming on the tips of his ears. I smirked.
So he did see something.
"Kazariel, I'm ready." He didn't even glance at me. "I'm hungry," I said, rubbing my stomach dramatically. No response.
Then, to my surprise, he stood, picked up a long branch from the ground, and used his sword to sharpen one end of it like a spear. Without hesitation, he strode to the edge of the lake — and in less than a minute, he caught two fat fish with effortless precision.
"You're so cool!" I gushed, watching him wash the fish clean and light a fire with gathered branches and leaves. He skewered the fish and roasted them perfectly over the flame, every move practiced and efficient.
"You'd make such a sweet husband," I muttered to myself.
"What?" he asked sharply, narrowing his eyes at me.
I immediately looked away, cheeks heating up. "N-Nothing! I'm hungry! Give me food!"
He stared a beat longer before wordlessly handing me one of the roasted fish — perfectly cooked and served on a big green leaf. Honestly, the presentation was five-star level for a wilderness date.
"Mmm, this smells amazing." I took a bite, humming. "Tastes good too. Just missing... a little spice."
"Just eat what you have," he replied, tone strict but not cruel. "We're not in your royal palace." I pouted, chewing silently.
A few moments later, I heard him sigh again. Then, he stood up and walked back to the carriage. When he returned, he carried two small cloth pouches.
Without a word, he took the fish back from my hand, opened the pouches — and to my absolute delight — sprinkled salt and seasoning over the fish before giving it back to me.
"WAAAHH! It tastes even better now! Thank you so much!" I beamed, munching happily. I noticed something though — he didn't season his own portion.
"If you want, you can take a bite of mine. It's way tastier like this," I offered, nudging the leaf toward him.
"No need." His voice was flat, eyes elsewhere.
"Don't always say no. Come here—lemme feed you." I leaned closer, lifting a bite of fish to his mouth, eyes sparkling with mischief. He glared at me, but it lacked its usual bite. After a long, silent stare he actually leaned in and took the bite. Oh?Ohhh? My smile widened.
I quickly wiped a bit of fish oil from the corner of his lips with my fingers.
"Tastes good, right?" I wiggled my brows, full-on grinning. He let out a low sigh, leaning back again. "Stop that. Just eat your food and move away."
I nodded, but inside? Victory.
Progress level: Kazariel took a bite.
Next level: get him to smile.
Later, after eating and annoying him with my banter, I somehow managed to convince him to take a shower.
Honestly, I just wanted to see those ripped abs of his. But the moment I got a glimpse... nosebleed. Ugh. Defeated, I turned away from the lake and plopped under a tree, watching the sky. The rustling leaves, the cool breeze... it made me feel sleepy.
That peace didn't last long.
My drowsiness vanished the moment something sharp gleamed before my eyes—a sword. A real sword, pointed straight at me.
Why is my luck so bad?
I was instantly surrounded. Four men in black, faces hidden by masks. Robbers?
"He looks like the prince," one of them muttered. "No way a prince would be out here alone. Still... he looks rich. Hey! Hand over everything you have!" another shouted. I raised my hands in surrender.
"I don't have anything, really!" Then I pointed behind them dramatically. "But my friend Kcee over there does!"
They all turned, confused—right before a blur of steel swept through the air. Screams followed. Kazariel had appeared. His eyes were dark, posture deadly. With a few fierce swings, the robbers scattered, tripping over themselves as they ran.
"Ha! Little cowards!" I cheered, jumping to my feet. "You're always so cool, Kazariel! You saved me again!"
Without thinking, I tiptoed up and hugged him tightly around the neck. "Stop doing this," he said coldly, gently shoving me away by the shoulders.
"Why not? Are you shy?" I teased, wiggling my eyebrows. He shot me a glare that could freeze the sun, and I zipped my mouth shut.
We left that spot not long after. I didn't get into the carriage this time but sat right beside him as he guided the horses. The nature around us was breathtaking—everything so green, so alive. I leaned a bit closer to him, soaking in the peace... and his cedar scent.
"So, where are we going now?" I asked.
"Stay shut."
I pouted. "Can't you be a little gentle? I'm being so good to you. I'm not even trying to escape, and yet you treat me like a sack of potatoes! Do you hate me? But how is that even possible? I'm so beautiful. Everyone loves me."
As if to prove my point, a tiny bird fluttered down and landed on my finger, chirping sweetly. "See?" I giggled, patting its little head before turning to look at Kazariel—who was, to my surprise, already watching me with an unreadable expression.
"What? Are you struck by my beauty?" I teased again, wiggling my brows.
Without warning, he flicked my forehead. Hard.
"Ouch! That hurt!" I gasped, holding my forehead. "This body is too delicate, you brute! I almost cried!" His fingers were long and rough—strong enough to make my brain rattle. I hugged myself dramatically. "You are mean. I will now officially ignore you," I declared, turning away with a huff. He said nothing.
Which somehow made me even more mad.
After a long time, the carriage finally stopped. But before I could say anything, Kazariel got off and walked into the woods, leaving me alone. I blinked. Then panicked.
"Hey! Where did you go? Don't tell me you're leaving me here!" I yelled, poking my head out the small front window. "I'm sorry, okay?! I won't talk anymore! Just don't leave me! What if some wild animals or bad people come and kill me?! Who's gonna protect me?
WAAAHHH—KAZARIEL, COME BACK!"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I threw my arms in the air like a dramatic soap opera heroine. But to my surprise he returned.
"You're back!" I gasped, instantly throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Don't leave me alone again," I mumbled against his skin.
Kazariel froze. Like... really froze. He didn't even breathe. Then, almost like he was forcing himself to stay calm, he gently peeled me off him and held me at arm's length, staring at my face. "Stop crying like a dying bird," he said coldly.
I pouted but paused when I saw something in his hand. A crushed, damp leaf.
He reached forward and softly moved my hair away from my forehead. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he placed the cold leaf on the red bruise from earlier.
I flinched slightly but sighed in relief—the chill soothed the throbbing pain. Kazariel held it in place, then slowly began rubbing it with careful pressure. My eyes widened. "Wait, did you go to get this for my wound?"
He gave a short nod. "You should've told me! I thought you were abandoning me!" I sniffled, though my tears had stopped.
"As if I could," he muttered under his breath. I blinked. "Huh?"
"I won't leave," he said more clearly this time, his intense eyes locked on mine.
I smiled instantly, grinning from ear to ear. "You're the best! I don't hate you anymore!" I declared happily and tiptoed to hug him again. But he casually used the leaf on my forehead to hold me back, preventing the hug. I pouted as he turned his face away, clearly flustered—his ears had turned a very obvious shade of red.
I giggled. "I'm hungry now."
"Again?" He raised an eyebrow.
I nodded proudly. "Yes. Don't judge me. I have a very big appetite. And I want something sweet!" He sighed, clearly regretting all of his life choices, but reached into his bag without a word and handed me a shiny red apple. "Thank you~!" I squealed happily. And since he still wouldn't let me hug him, I tugged on the hem of his clothes, pulling him down slightly—then kissed his cheek. Soft. Quick. Barely there. But definitely a kiss. Kazariel froze, stiff as a statue. His entire face slowly turned red from his ears to his neck.
Grinning, I bit into the apple—it was perfectly sweet—and skipped back into the carriage to sit down, happily munching like I hadn't just turned a cold knight into a flustered mess.
Kazariel stood there for a long, long time. Processing.