“Prince Alexander, you’ve finally woken up!”

He heard a voice call out as his eyes fluttered open. In front of him stood a petite young black haired woman in a maids outfit. Her brown eyes glimmered with happiness and a bright smile plastered all over her face as she stared at him.

Huh?

In total confusion, he had no idea who he was, or what was happening. He found himself tucked in lavish thick blankets, with velvet and silk gracing his body on top of a cloud-like mattress. His head rested on a feather filled blanket, and the comfort he felt was reminiscent of the luxury he once had.

Wait, the luxury I once had, what, ugh!

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head as his memories flooded back inside of him. He was Jonathan, a former trauma surgeon whose life was one of tragedy. He knew that was him, and also that he should either have awakened inside the hospital hooked up to machines or dead.

But wait, so if I’m alive, why am I not at the hospital? Who the hell is Prince Alexander, and what the fuck is happening?

Realizing his unusual situation, he turned to the maid in front of him and was just about to speak when she suddenly spoke again:

“I’ll inform his nobleness Henry about your recovery! He surely will be pleased!”

Right after, she suddenly darted out of the room before he could speak a word. As the door shut, he got out of bed in a frenzy, trying to figure out what was going on.

As his feet hit the floor, he noticed a mirror in front of him. Only when he gazed at the person reflecting back to him did he realize that something impossible happened.

That, that is a different person! I’m a whole different person now!

He freaked out inwardly when he realized he was in a completely different body. The man in the mirror had a masculine toned build, muscular yet also slightly skinny. He had bright blue eyes and long, flowing sky blue hair, an interesting combination that people in the modern world would not naturally have. He had pale white skin and hands full of calluses, and a handsome face with a chiseled jawline.

This certainly wasn’t the Jonathan he once was.

As he continued to gaze upon himself, another headache soon struck at him as another river of memories entered his head. This time, it was Prince Alexander’s memories that came through.

Woah…

As he gazed through Prince Alexander’s memories, he was surprised at how the poor guy’s life played out. He was born to the royal dynastic line of the Frozellindos, a family who had ruled the Kingdom of Frozenia for millennia. Such was the kingdom that he now resided in. He had one mother and father, the Empress Illica and the Emperor Erikson. He had six siblings, with two brothers and one sister older than him, and one younger brother and sister. As a middle child, his fate in the royal family was already one of struggle, yet that was far from the worst of it.

The Frozellindos claim to fame resided in their ability to control the cold, or essentially what they termed ice magic. The ability to create shards of ice, snow and even decrease the temperature of a certain area was considered one of the strongest abilities in the Kingdom, to where their family retained absolute power for thousands of years. Never once was anyone in this lineage born without this innate magic power, which was treated as a given for those who have the royal blood in them.

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However, Prince Alexander was the first of this lineage to be born without any sort of magical power. His family spent countless weeks attempting to find his mana core, believing it to be some sort of mistake. After all, it was outlandish to consider the possibility that someone in their family - after thousands of years - was born without ice magic, and moreover to have none whatsoever. It was as if they gave birth to a whole different species rather than a human, it was that far outside their common sense!

As a result, the Prince’s upbringing was one of struggle and tribulation. In his early years, his parents never gave up hope that someday he would awaken his mana core. They provided the same level of effort at training his magic as they did to all their kids. His education centered around the idea that one day, his magic would awaken, and any supplementary skills and concepts gained would be an assist to it.

Nevertheless, that day never came during his toddler years, and his parents grew impatient. At his 12th birthday, they officially gave up and considered him talentless. His older siblings were relentless, bullying him for his weakness and often causing misfortune. Often times, they would freeze his feet on the ground and force him to remain outside the castle for the night while stuck in the frozen chains. He would be punished heavily for the slightest things, and he was looked upon as a joke and stain on the family. Throughout the royal castle, servants would sneer at him while his family would neglect him to his own.

Despite the torment, a few of the “simpletons” in the castle -as those the royal family referred to as humans without magic - did take pity on the Prince’s situation, and sought to befriend and help in any way. A few great knights took to tutor him personally, building up his skill in the sword to be unrivaled among his siblings. However, as he still lacked any magic capacity, his siblings looked down at his ability with the sword and never gave it much thought.

When he finally turned 16, on the day of his adulthood, rather than a celebration, his parents issued a decree of banishment. Since he was born without any magic power, he was to be banished to the outskirts of the kingdom in a town called Minios. While they respected his birthright as a royal of the Frozellindos dynasty by permitting him rulership over the town he would be relegated to, it was seen as a cruel fate. After all, Minios was known as one of the poorest areas in the kingdom, with its average occupants mere peasants while the number of nobles could be counted on one hand.

Even in the midst of all the turmoil, the Prince’s personality always remained pure. He strove to be someone who worked towards the betterment of everyone around him. His positive outlook with seeing the good in everything was almost to the point where a psychiatrist would wonder if he was suffering from debilitating psychosis. When his siblings would torment him, he would just smile, claiming they were playing around. When his parents ignored him, he would consider it them testing him and wanting to learn more independence. He never held any hatred for his family, but rather he felt love and considered all they did for him for his benefit.

Because of this, the Prince often spread joy and love to the citizens of the kingdom. Whenever he noticed a common man in dire straits, he would find ways to get them out of the predicament. He was generous with his money and imparted his meager allowance to as much of the unfortunate as he could. Even when relegated to Minios, he relegated policies to equalize the rights between nobles and the common man, and doing his best to spread his wealth to his people.

Nevertheless, the years passed, and Alexander turned 20. His personal wealth was down to the barebones, while the meager Minios economy was on the downtrend. While his policies did bring forth more rights for commoners and everyone ultimately looked upon the Prince favorably, he did little to truly bring about a revolution to the fate of the town. After all, its poverty was extensive, and without innovation in its economic outlook, it was bound to become a wasteland.

As a result, the once upbeat Prince began secluding himself, pained at his inability to be an effective ruler and bring about change in Minios. Months passed, and he stayed stuck in his room, refusing to go outside and only being attended to by his close servants and knights. On the day Jonathan took over his body, he had committed through an act of poisoning himself, hoping that by removing his incompetent self from the town’s equation, someone more fit for the role may help turn the citizen’s fate around.

Tsk…what a poor bastard, and a Gary Sue on top of that.

Jonathan - or now Prince Alexander - mused to himself as he accepted the former soul’s memories. He sneered at the gullibility of the Prince with his familial situation, seeing the same weakness he suffered with his wife back in his old world. He now knew that love was meaningless and non-existent, trusting in it no more. Familial connections were nothing, as despite giving birth to him, if they showed no love, it wasn’t a relationship worth seeing anything positive in.

Well, looks like I’m Prince Alexander now. Guess I’ll make something out of this life.

With that resolution in mind, the Prince looked away from the mirror and examined his room. It was a large area, about 3,000 square feet, with marble floors and white stone walls. Golden accents accentuated the beauty and decor of the area, with a large window on one end and regal portraits on many other ends. He had a variety of amenities, such as a dressing and bathing area, closet, cabinets, desk and mirrors all around. To top it off, he had a king sized canopy bed with the most comfortable materials on it.

In a way, he had it real damn good. Despite the poverty of the area, he certainly was living in opulence. But, with the threat of economic turmoil in the area, it likely was something he wouldn’t be able to keep if he didn’t do something about it.

With a look of resolve on his face, the newly awakened Prince put on his robe, and set foot outside his bedroom. In an effort to change his fate and the towns, he would make great use of his modern knowledge and implement what he can to the best of his abilities.

Only time would tell just how far his aspirations in the new world would go.