I Became The Servant of The Sickly Crown Prince (BL)

I Became The Servant of The Sickly Crown Prince (BL)
After a sudden, untimely demise, I woke up in the body of Lewis Hain Evergreen, a minor character destined to die from an incurable illness in the novel I'd just read. But I refuse to be an extra in my own life's tragedy! With a new body and a desperate will to live, I've hatched a daring plan: to become the personal butler to the Crown Prince—the very person whose unique aura might be my only cure. Can I survive the palace intrigue, his bratty tantrums, and my own ticking clock, all while secretly seeking salvation?

“Did I Really Deserve that?”

For the longest time in my life, I had always dreamt of finishing my education and continuing my career in the performing arts. But on the day of my graduation, things took a bitter turn.

As I was on my way to the ceremony, I was filled with happiness, thinking only about finally putting an end to the four years of suffering I had endured in college. However, just as I was about to enter the taxi, a car crashed right in front of me.

Lying on the ground, on the verge of death, tears streamed down my face as I thought, 'What did I do to deserve this?'

Looking up at the sky, everything became bright. Well, at least the angels have come to take me.

Maybe after I die in this life, they’ll bring me to a place where happiness and luck will finally find me.

My eyes fluttered open. My breathing was heavy. Suddenly, a maid appeared beside me and said, "Young Master, you're finally awake!"

Seeing her, I froze. 'Huh? Who is she? Where am I?'

She continued, "Please don’t move too much. I’ll call the Baron and Madam. Stay as you are, okay?"

'Wait, hold on—WHERE AM I?! I’m supposed to be dead! Just what is the meaning of this?!'

Looking around in confusion, my eyes landed on a mirror. I immediately stood up to take a closer look at my reflection.

Staring back at me was a face I didn't recognize. The eyes… the hair… 'Haven’t I seen this character before? In a novel illustration?'

'Hah… don’t tell me…'

At that moment, I coughed, and blood stained my hand.

I knew it. I had become Lewis Hain Evergreen—the supporting character with an incurable illness who died because of it. Light green hair and lavender eyes, just as described in the novel. There was no doubt about it. And this world… this was the world of the novel I had read just last month—'To Love the Imperfect You.'

I Became The Servant of The Sickly Crown Prince (BL)