Despite the drama of Shilem's reappearance at her teacher's lunch, or perhaps because of it, Jennifer was very glad to be back home on Friday evening, curled up on the sofa with her laptop balanced precariously on a cushion.
Weekends were for webnovels. Jennifer had a schedule. This was not metaphorical. It was literally written in her planner.
Unlike other people, whose planners were filled with important appointments, meetings, and deadlines, Jennifer's planner contained lesson plans from Monday to Friday. And on weekends: webnovel chapters.
This Friday, she had a date with Prince 58.
Which was to say: HELP! THE PRINCE WON'T STOP FOLLOWING ME! Chapter 58.
Jennifer scanned the synopsis again, just to refresh the feelings of when inspiration had first struck.
After one drunken night, Mia woke up with a golden-haired angel in her bed. It was love at first sight. And now Crown Prince Angus won't leave her alone.
"I like the way my life is," Mia said.
"Then let me live beside you!" the prince declared.
Jennifer snorted softly into her tea.
When she'd first penned this story, it had felt fresh and exciting. Imagine it: a perfect Prince Charming quite literally stepping into your life. No quests. No dragons. Just a slightly unhinged royal who refused to go away.
It had been her first proper foray into romcom. Before this, she'd mostly written drama and at least one emotionally constipated werewolf alpha. Writing something light had felt rebellious.
Of course, she also hadn't meant to name the prince after a steak.
Honestly.
And Duke Chevon—well. That had been an honest mistake too. How was she supposed to know that chevon was goat meat? It wasn't as if she went around memorising butcher terminology for fun.
At the time, Chevon had sounded aristocratic. Continental. Sophisticated.
Now it just sounded… marinatable.
Anyway, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. And whether the duke was named Chevon or Devon or Kevin, they were still fictional people living in a fictional kingdom with fictional problems.
So what if they were accidentally, thoughtlessly named after meat?
Jennifer frowned at her screen and sighed.
She was stuck.
After waking up with the prince in her bed in Chapter 1, Angus had spent fifty-seven chapters earnestly attempting to live a "normal life." He had failed spectacularly.
He'd tried working at Mia's café and ordered Mia's boss to make coffee and the customers to wipe the tables for him.
His attempt at grocery shopping resulted in fifty butlers being sent to the supermarket with discount coupons because he was told commoners required them.
His love declaration at high school had fireworks and elephants and peacocks that were supposed to parade in an orderly fashion, but ended up stampeding the school assembly.
In the last chapter, he offered to find suitable college accommodations for both of them to be campus sweethearts, just like how commoners in love would start university together—but he constructed a white castle, and Mia vetoed living there.
Basically, Mia had spent fifty-seven chapters insisting she was perfectly happy, thank you very much, and that she absolutely did not need a crown prince hovering in her personal space like a very handsome, very earnest pigeon.
Together, they'd been engaged in some kind of overcomplicated cat-and-mouse routine that increasingly resembled a Bollywood dance number. Circling. Near-misses. Emotional monologues. Sudden rain.
At Chapter 58, something had to give.
Jennifer stared at the blinking cursor.
"What should you do now, Prince?" she muttered, and wished she knew.