Breakfast ended with the scrape of wood against stone and the low echo of voices.[clink] [shuffle] [murmur]
From the outside, the prince looked calm. He sat straight, movements measured, hands steady as he placed the bowl aside. No one at the table would have guessed that behind his eyes, someone else was taking notes.
From my point of view, medieval breakfast felt less like a meal and more like a test of endurance. Bread that resisted teeth. Porridge that demanded patience. Meat that reminded you salt was once a luxury and a threat at the same time. I ate slowly, copying the rhythm of others.
(⌐■_■) {Nobles eat like they're preparing for war. Because they usually are.}
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Chairs slid back. Conversations overlapped.
"Leonard, don't forget the council—""Leonard, you're quiet today.""Leonard, are you listening?"
The boy nodded at the right moments. Polite. Distant. Acceptable.
Inside, I flinched every time the name landed. Leonard. So that's who this body belonged to. A prince. No undo button included.
A servant stepped closer and lowered his voice. "Shall I escort you back to your chamber, my lord?"
"Yes," he replied.
The answer came easily. Too easily.
(⌐■_■) {When your mouth lies better than your brain, you're in trouble.}
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The chamber door closed with a solid sound.[thud]
From the outside, the room was quiet. The prince walked to the bed and lay down, folding his hands over his chest as if this were routine.
From the inside, I was screaming.
Alright, I thought. If I can go back… then go back.
He closed his eyes. His breathing grew shallow. Muscles tightened. Nothing happened.
Minutes passed. The body remained still.
Finally, the tension drained away. His shoulders relaxed. His thoughts loosened.
A sudden twitch ran through him.[jolt]
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Allen woke up in his own room.
The fan hummed above him.[whirr]
He sat up slowly, rubbing his face. So it worked again. Not by force. By letting go.
(⌐■_■) {Effort: useless. Vibes: overpowered.}
He grabbed his phone and searched.
Leonard. Medieval prince. Castles. Kingdoms.
Nothing fit. Hours slipped by as daylight dimmed into night.[click] [scroll]
From the other world, a memory surfaced.
"You should rest," someone had said gently.
"I will," the prince had answered.
Like tomorrow was guaranteed.
(⌐■_■) {You said that way too confidently.}
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Allen leaned back, staring at the dark ceiling.
Somewhere, a prince named Leonard existed without him. Somewhere else, he existed without answers. He could walk between two bodies, two lives, yet couldn't explain the bridge connecting them.
From the outside, it might look like control.
From my point of view, it felt like borrowed time.
And sooner or later, someone in that castle was going to notice that the prince was waking up… slightly different.