The Prince Stops Being Nice

Synopsis

I had just transmigrated into the body of Lucien Martel, the good-for-nothing heir of the King of Spalor. And right there, at the engagement ceremony, my fiancée, Eleanor Ashford, dumped me in front of everyone. "Lucien, I love Oswin. Now that he's back, there's not a chance I'm marrying you. I'm calling off our engagement!" Eleanor said loudly. Oswin Fletcher, the so-called chosen one, brandished his sword at me, his eyes cold with threat. "Lucien, if you refuse, mark my words. One day, I'll slaughter every last member of the Martel family!" he spat. The original Lucien was a hopeless simp for Eleanor. He would've laid down his life for her without a second thought. Everyone expected me to just agree and let them go, certain I'd cave like always. But I spoke up coldly. "Very well. You dare insult the Spalor royal house in front of everyone? Then I'll execute you all on the spot!"