I was reborn . . . inside a painting. My own portrait. For eight hundred years, I was forced to watch my bloodline decay—generation by generation—helpless, forgotten, doomed to fade into irrelevance.

Everything changed when a kid named Anatole got curious. 'I read in a book that our great Prince can be summoned. You just have to turn the portrait upside down. Everything's written there.'

Impossible. Right? They figured it out at last.

I awaken to chaos. Enemies lay siege to the ancestral castle. My descendants panic, faint, and generally disgrace the family name. Unacceptable.

It's time to reclaim my rightful place, take command of the house once more, and restore order—whether my hapless heirs are ready or not.

Eight centuries of waiting are over. The Prince has returned.

And I will not let my lineage be erased on my watch.