“Sorry… sorry… Prince…”
“I’ve already become the dwarves’ shape…”
“I can’t… I can’t go back…”
At that moment, on the screen, the Prince was hunched over like a lost dog.
Seriously?
No one told me that the handsome, rich, and tall Prince Charming could also be the one getting cucked?
‘Masha, you genius…’
Fen was struggling to keep a straight face as he laughed inwardly.
‘And you said this was suitable for couples?’
More like convincing people to break up…
This was way too entertaining.
He could barely hold back the tears of schadenfreude forming in his eyes.
But Fen’s smile quickly faded.
Because he realized there was a living example sitting right beside him.
Even someone as noble and powerful as Elian hadn’t escaped being cucked.
‘E… Elena… she shouldn’t be this fragile, right?’
He sneaked a glance.
Clearly, Fen wasn’t the only one thinking this.
Elena seemed to have connected Prince Charming’s experience to her own.
Obviously, the screenwriter’s habit of tacking on “cucked” vibes to random characters had openly struck a nerve with Little Elena.
The smile that had been on her face moments ago—from joy and emotion—had frozen solid.
Fen could clearly see her eyebrows twitching in displeasure.
Though the screenwriter probably never imagined that his explosive plotline would coincidentally mirror someone’s real-life experience.
“Mmph—”
The silver-haired girl gritted her teeth in frustration.
“Un… shameless…”
“And she’s supposed to be a good woman?”
Her face flushed red, but this time it was rage-red.
“Bad woman!”
“Get lost!”
Elena openly cursed.
Hey, hey!
‘You just praised Snow White for being beautiful and kind!’
“Bad woman… die from poison already…”
Elena repeated her complaints bitterly under her breath.
To vent, her nails dug deep into the leather armrest, scraping it with an ear-piercing noise.
At this point, the girl was indistinguishable from a woman nursing a deep grudge.
Looks… looks like she’s completely projecting…
Little Elena’s face had turned ugly.
“Let’s… let’s keep watching…”
(Narrator: An adult’s breakdown always happens in an instant. Prince Charming ran away crying from this forest that broke his heart.)
Say what you will, but this twisted plot had Fen hooked.
Forgot the beginning, forgot the middle, forgot the end.
Anyway, this episode was incredible.
(Having finally fallen in love, the Prince lost so completely that he fled back to his kingdom in disgrace.)
The scene shifted.
Prince Charming, wearing a nightgown, lay sprawled lifelessly on his bed in the palace, like a man suffering from a terminal illness.
The Prince was certain—he cherished the girl’s gentleness, sympathized with her pitiful background—he had hopelessly fallen in love with everything about her.
But such a beautiful girl, such a wonderful existence, had personally and mercilessly rejected his love!
In the kingdom, the royal family’s word was law.
If anyone defied the Prince, he certainly had the power to make them disappear.
He could easily capture the powerless princess and keep her as a caged songbird for life.
But he refused to do that to Snow White.
Because he was pathetic.
That damn romantic ideal of the Prince’s was at work.
He liked her.
He wanted Snow White’s genuine heart.
“Ha… haha!”
The golden-haired young man laughed, the sound eerily creepy in the empty palace.
(Narrator: He just fell in love, and then quickly fell out of love…)
(Even as the heir to a kingdom, this had to be a first in the world, right?)
‘Uh… not really…’
Fen glanced at Elena, who was watching intently, and had a cross-dimensional conversation with the narrator.
‘There’s one right next to me.’
(The proud Prince had never encountered this situation before.)
He suddenly sprang up from the soft bed, as if afflicted with hysteria, and began clawing frantically at his golden hair.
“Snow White!”
(Narrator: What a heart-wrenching scream.)
“Why… why are you doing this to me?”
“Is it… is it really my fault?”
The Prince shook his head in disbelief, his voice tinged with a sob.
This gave Fen flashbacks to the “golden-haired losers” from anime he’d watched…
“Snow White… since I can’t have your heart…”
“Then I’ll never bother you again.”
The young man choked a few times, his eyes clearly reddening.
“Then…”
“I wish you happiness.”
The screen went dark again.
‘My god… what a loser-like line…’
You really are a loser, man?
‘So the story of Snow White can be this twisted?’
Fen decided that once the movie ended, he’d look up the credits.
He had to see which genius wrote this insane script.
(Narrator: From then on, the Prince stopped going out to mingle with the people, attended few banquets, rarely involved himself in politics, and his public appearances significantly decreased.)
(He became withdrawn and sealed his heart away from love.)
(The kingdom’s people never knew what happened to their Prince during that trip. All they knew was that the confident, ambitious heir was gone, replaced by an insecure, cowardly successor.)
“This Prince Charming is so pitiful…”
“The one he loves doesn’t love him back…”
The silver-haired girl turned to Fen, her expression complicated, and whispered.
“And the Prince is so noble… he ultimately chose to let go…”
It seemed Elena was speaking from experience.
“Yes… sometimes, the best love is to let go.”
Even though he found the plot melodramatic, Fen tried to go along with her.
‘Sounds nice coming out of my mouth… but it’s basically just loser talk.’
“Tch, this Prince Charming is such a weakling!”
A middle-aged man’s voice suddenly erupted in the quiet theater.
“What a loser… couldn’t boldly pursue her in the forest, went home, and sulked alone.”
Fragments of other audience members’ discussions drifted from the rows ahead.
“And now he’s giving up his career and ambitions for a woman!”
‘Seriously? Don’t ruin the moment!’
Even though Fen thought the guy had a point.
In this context, insulting the Prince was basically the same as insulting Elena herself.
“E… Elena… don’t take it to heart…”
“He didn’t mean it.”
“I know—”
She practically bit her tongue forcing those words out.
Sure enough, hearing the audience’s comments, Little Elena’s face darkened even further.
(Narrator: The Prince naively thought that by doing this, the pain of the past would leave him. But he was wrong.)
The scene on screen changed again and again.
This time, it was the Prince’s study.
‘So many transitions…’
It seemed Novalis’s filmmaking approach was similar to early Earth cinema—using the logic of stage plays and theatrical productions to make movies.
“Your Highness, here is your coffee. Please enjoy.”
The maid respectfully placed the saucer with the teacup on the corner of the desk, waiting for the Prince’s response.
He had lost a lot of weight.
His complexion was haggard.
Clearly, he hadn’t recovered from his heartbreak.
“I see. You may leave.”
The Prince lifted the saucer with his left hand and took a small sip.
But the maid didn’t move.
She stood there blankly, frozen in place.
“?”
The Prince was confused.
“What’s wrong? I told you to lea—”
“Slap!”
Before he could finish “leave,” his wrist went limp.
The ceramic cup crashed onto the desk and shattered, spilling coffee everywhere.
“What… what did you do?”
The Prince doubled over in pain.
But to his astonishment, the former maid disappeared.
Before him stood only a middle-aged woman wearing a crown, her features beautiful.
‘Wait? It’s the Queen?’
Why was the Queen here to kill Prince Charming?
The plot had completely gone to chaos!
“Who… are you?”
“Who am I? Ha!”
The woman let out a venomous laugh.
“I am the mother of the girl you saved!”
“Thump!”
The Prince collapsed to the floor in terror.
“You like meddling in other people’s business?”
The woman’s footsteps drew closer.
“I finally managed to kill her… and you had to stick your nose in…”
“So I’ll just have to—”
“Get rid of you first~”
Her cold fingers gently caressed the Prince’s face.
“No… no!”
Before his death, the Prince let out a desperate plea.
“I! I don’t love her anymore!”
His voice grew weaker.
He was already a dying man.
“She and I… we’re nothing to each other!”
His pupils gradually dilated.
“What… what’s the point of this?”
‘The… Prince…’
‘He just died like that?’