[Transmigrate Into a Book]
The king of the Kaelen Empire has gone missing!
Some say he was betrayed by a trusted advisor and imprisoned in a tower. Others claim the king was poisoned long ago, and his body is nowhere to be found...
Whatever the truth, the departure of a king once reviled as a tyrant should have been cause for celebration.
Yet the entire country is worried about His Majesty's safety.
Because one day, they realized that beneath that beautiful body, it was as if a different soul had taken over.
The tyrant was no longer capricious, extravagantly wasteful, or fond of killing. Nor was he authoritarian or cruel in his rule.
Instead, he was gentle and approachable, smiling and forgiving those who offended him, even offering them words of comfort.
He worked diligently for his people, lowered taxes, and broke down class barriers, giving nobles and commoners equal status.
He was brave and decisive, personally leading his soldiers into battle to repel foreign enemies and protect the empire...
Gradually, King Agachae's good name spread far and wide. Neighboring countries came to pay homage, and no one could resist his charm.
Sadly, it didn't last. After an ordinary palace banquet, he disappeared.
Inside an old wooden cabin in the forbidden Mistshroud Forest, the bed creaked, and muffled, ambiguous moans, tinged with both pain and pleasure, came from within.
Bai Jiaye clutched the oversized cloak covering him, as if hiding a secret. His long black hair fell over his face. He struggled to maintain an awkward position and pleaded in a trembling voice, "I... I'll give you the throne. Please, let the past go."
The person above him paused, then let out a scoff.
Iliya gently lifted that snow-white chin, but his thumb roughly rubbed across the reddened corner of Bai Jiaye's eye. The candlelight flickered and shadows leaped, making his face look somewhat ferocious.
"I don't want the throne. I only want you."
Iliya had forgotten when he let go of his hatred, or when he began harboring inappropriate feelings for the tyrant on the throne.
He only remembered that by the time he realized it, this man had already taken deep root in his heart, impossible to dislodge.
If that was the case, he accepted his fate.
He let the people at the banquet who were foolish enough to covet his "prey" hand the king a drugged glass of wine.
The unsuspecting king accepted it and drank it all.
As desire surged and the trap closed, Iliya kissed those dazed eyes.
"I offer myself to cure Your Majesty's poison."
Reader advisory: Transmigrate into a book + light kingdom-building + magic + later pregnancy and fleeing with the baby. The bottom has a slight tendency to attract everyone's attention. Both leads have clear feelings for each other. No switching, and misunderstandings will be resolved. No angst.
Theme: Look to the future
