CalyB

It always starts with an accident. 

That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. 

Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. 

For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with.

These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. 

It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. 

He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. 

But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him?

And where did the heroine go?

How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

The training area was essentially a giant square. Each side had an entrance into the training area, and in each corner was some foliage or grass. It wasn't completely dirt, but over time, that is just what happened. Dirt was easier to clean up, as well, if a fight broke out and someone happened to be injured. It didn't happen often, Cass assumed, but he had a feeling injuries might be more common after this.

The crowd around Sir Forsythe, and now Byron, wasn't too large. Only about 10, maybe 15 people. It was enough to be intimidating, but neither of the men under his employ were intimidated. Sir Forsythe, in fact, was still doing his duty.

Cass hadn't seen the man since he'd sent him out, but it was clear from the rags that he wore, the blood splatters, and the several discarded bottles of what Cass assumed was a healing potion of some kind, Sir Forsythe had been serious in his work. Cass was proud of him, honestly.

A punishment to fit the crime