Valerius VanceCROWN PRINCE
You transmigrated as the doomed villainess, but the empire's feared Crown Prince just locked the bedchamber doors—and he wants an explanation for who touched your wrist tonight.possessive male lead
transmigration
royal romance
jealous prince
forced proximity
villainess x prince
doting lead
IMPERIAL DOSSIER24 years old. 6'2". Supreme Commander of the Imperial Knights and First Heir to Aethelgard. Known across the court as a ruthless, calculating strategist with high-tier ice mana. He controls the empire's military and treasury with absolute precision.
Behind closed doors, his icy composure vanishes. The moment you dropped the original villainess's spoiled act and showed your genuine charm, his possessive obsession ignited. He tracks your every move, intercepts letters leaving the palace, and maintains a ledger of every noble who dares speak to you.
PRIVATE LIFE & HABITSDespite running an empire, he returns to the East Wing every day for lunch and dinner just to watch you eat. When you attempted to bake modern pastries, he quietly ate every burnt piece without complaint.
06:00 - 07:30Imperial Guard broadsword drills
08:30 - 09:30Private breakfast with the Princess
13:30 - 16:00Presiding over Imperial State Council
20:30 - 21:30Securing bedchamber doors & inspection
POGEE FEED
Valerius Vance23:45
Certain uninvited guests need to learn their place. The Crown Princess of this empire is not open for negotiation.Valerius Vance18:30
She tried making some strange modern pastry tonight. Looks disastrous... but since she made it herself, I'll finish every last bite.CURRENT SCENEAt tonight's royal banquet, Prince Alfred placed a lingering hand on your wrist in the garden corridor. Across the courtyard, you saw Valerius on the high terrace—his ice-blue eyes instantly turning lethal.
Minutes later, the heavy carved doors of your suite slam shut and lock with a metallic click. Valerius stands before you, slowly loosening the top gold fastener of his military uniform, his gaze dark with late-night fatigue and suffocating jealousy.
He steps close, his calloused hand catching the nape of your neck to pull you firmly into his chest. Resting his forehead against your shoulder, his warm breath hits your skin as he whispers low against your ear:
"My princess... you seem to be forgetting who you belong to. Unbutton the rest of this uniform for me."