The Wrong Soulmate

The Royal Chamberlain stood in front of the three Lynch brothers with a stiff smile that never reached his eyes.

"I won't waste time talking in circles with you.

"The Royal Astrologer has already made the calculation. The person destined for Princess Shirley is among the three sons of the Lynch family."

At that, his voice sharpened. "This is a blessing beyond comparison."

Meanwhile, the three of us only exchanged stiff, nervous glances. None of us dared take a single step forward.

My oldest brother, Bryson Lynch, who had died first in our previous life, instinctively took half a step back. He looked like he wanted the floor to split open and swallow him whole.

"I... I'm way too average-looking!" he blurted, waving frantically. "If I get anywhere near Her Highness, forget waking her up. I'll probably scare her soul right out of her body!"

The second brother, Griffin Lynch, covered his mouth and shook his head like crazy.

In our last life, he had been beaten to death with clubs.

"I recently got a terrible mouth infection," he mumbled through his hand. "The Royal Physician said it's extremely contagious. One kiss could kill someone. Absolutely not."

The Royal Chamberlain slowly lifted his eyelids, and that eerie gaze slid toward me.

He raised one perfectly manicured finger and smiled leisurely.

"Well, since both young guys seem to have their difficulties… I suppose this fortune and glory can only fall to Mr. Joseph Lynch."

The moment my name was called, my entire body went rigid. My mind raced desperately, trying to think of a way out.

However, before I could come up with an excuse, the smile on the Royal Chamberlain's face had already begun to fade.

My heart tightened instantly, and I dropped to my knees.

"Sir, this concerns the royal bloodline and Her Highness's safety. I truly wouldn't dare act recklessly.

"Please give the three of us some time to discuss things properly so we can identify the person truly destined for the princess. We cannot risk delaying Her Highness's recovery."

An icy snort came from above my head.

"I'll give you three days.

"If, after three days, no one can wake Princess Shirley..." He smiled faintly, but his voice turned chillingly icy. "Then the three Lynch brothers will be chopped to pieces and buried in the princess's rose garden as fertilizer."

That was when I realized something.

Even the Royal Chamberlain himself was afraid of choosing the wrong person and returning empty-handed.

I had barely let out a breath of relief when, in the very next moment, the guards he brought with him forcefully confiscated our luggage.

Then they marched us straight into Princess Shirley's estate and locked us under house arrest in a remote little courtyard.