1 Prologue

The first time I looked at the mirror after waking up in this body, I knew I was staring at a dead girl. Her tragic fate flashed before my eyes as I remembered her gruesome end. Disowned by her family, losing her fiance to his captain of the knights, and eventually being killed by her beloved after she tried to get in between him and his lover.

Asha Safira Altaris, fiance of the crown prince, the sole heiress of duke Altaris, and the villainess of a BL novel I was obsessed with. I suddenly woke up inside her five-year-old body, just before her destined first meeting with the crown prince. The first meeting that would seal her doom. Well, MY doom.

I exasperatedly pulled my hair from its roots. How the hell did this happen?! I was just happily reading a book after weeks of assignments, and now I am suddenly a girl destined to have her head roll down in front of the whole kingdom?!

I took a deep breath to forcefully calm my nerves. Okay, first of all, I need to find a damned pen and paper to write down every single detail I remember about that book before I forget anything important.

If I'm going to be stuck with this body, I'm gonna need every last leverage to try to swing things in my favor. I have the advantage of knowing what's going to happen in the future, and now it falls down to me whether I can use those to keep my head attached to my body for a bit longer.

I grimaced at the mental image of Asha being executed in public after attacking the prince's lover. I unconsciously touched my neck.

Finding a quill and parchment on a desk beside the extravagant bed I woke up in, I clumsily tried to write, feeling a bit strange holding a feather. I tried to remember everything I could about Asha.

She was the kind of antagonist everyone would hate. Spoiled, selfish, pushy, and every bit a nasty character who throws fits when things don't go her way. She's been in love with the prince since the first time they met. They were arranged to be married by the will of their parents, the queen being a dear friend of her mother.

The crown prince has been indifferent towards her for years; he even had their engagement kept a secret for as long as possible. He was constantly irked by her smothering presence. Worst of all, she's been a constant bully towards the prince's main love interest, Dain, the duke of house Blackross, and also the captain of the first order of the royal knights. I sighed.

Everybody would feel fluffy when they think about Dain--he was a very soft-spoken character. He had an angelic aura and a smile that could light up the whole kingdom, as what the prince described him in his point of view. In simpler words, he was everything Asha was not. Everything I am not.

The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. In my past life, I was born in a well-off family. An only daughter, so my parents couldn't help but spoil me. I wasn't that much of an awful person, but quite similar to Asha, I was used to getting everything I want.

I can slightly relate to her sentiments--to have everything you want in your hands, but having them taken away so suddenly by someone you think isn't deserving of them. It's a very frustrating feeling.

I have always been the empathetic type when it comes to the antagonists; I've tried seeing things their way and realized a lot of things nobody would have seen if they were looking at things from the protagonists' point of view.

Asha was the most pitiful character in the story. It was as if she was written just to make the love interest shine brighter in the prince's eyes. She will always be second-best. But not anymore. Now that I am her, I will make sure that she will live the life that she deserves.