Sleep came easily to a newborn.
But Oliver's dreams were not empty.
They were filled with another life.
Tall buildings.
Glass offices.
The quiet hum of computers.
…My old world.
He stood in a large office, overlooking the city. The memory felt distant, yet clear. He remembered the weight of responsibility, the endless meetings, the decisions that affected hundreds of employees.
I was… a CEO.
Not born into wealth.
Not privileged.
He had built everything from nothing.
Because he had no one else.
Another memory surfaced — a small apartment, dimly lit but warm.
A girl laughing.
His older sister.
We were orphans.
But they were not related by blood.
They had met in the same orphanage, two children who had lost everything. She was older, calmer, and always looked after him when they were young.
She shared her food with him.
Helped him with homework.
Scolded him when he skipped meals.
She wasn't my real sister…
But she was my family.
When they left the orphanage, they stayed together. He worked hard, determined to support both of them.
The dream shifted.
A training hall.
The sharp sound of feet striking mats.
He moved quickly, body strong and disciplined.
Taekwondo.
Years of practice.
Sweat.
Bruises.
Focus.
He had earned a black belt through persistence, not talent alone. It taught him control, patience, and how to protect.
I promised her I would always protect her.
Back in the palace, Oliver's tiny fingers curled slightly in his sleep.
Even now…
I wonder if she's okay.
The memory softened.
She had recommended that strange ABO novel.
She had laughed when he complained.
"You'll like it," she had said.
He never imagined he would wake up inside it.
Warm hands adjusted his blanket.
Charles.
Theo stood nearby, silent as always.
I protected my sister before…
*This time… but i didn't know what to do *
Sleep deepened again.
The newborn rested quietly.
But behind closed eyes—
Lived someone who had already fought through life once.