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!

Sir Forsythe chose that time to come back from his errand, and walked outside into a rather confusing situation. He glanced around the table, to the two knights that were outside as well, and then looked back at Cass.

"Is there…a problem, my Lord?" He asked and Cass shook his head, finally letting go of Lucian to get up.

"No. I just need to go smell some fucking flowers." Cass muttered, stomping off. Sir Forsythe watched him, before he looked back at the others. Fiona just shook her head at him, while Lucian continued to stew a bit. Edgar looked a little pale, while Lady Ava just…existed.

Cass was muttering to himself a bit before he crouched down and actually sniffed some flowers. He was amazed by how easily just the one sniff improved his mood. One deep, long inhale and a long exhale made everything a little bit better.

A war criminal?