Chapter 6 | Bags Of Riches // Grounded for weeks

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This chapter is unedited so sorry for the grammatical errors

This chapter is unedited so sorry for the grammatical errors

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I was wondering, what happened to my previous body?

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I was wondering, what happened to my previous body?

Did i overdose on sleeping pills and die ?

'Maybe i froze to death it was the middle of winter and i didn't put the heater on.' I was an orphan so it's not like i left anything behind.

'I never want to go back...'

Ignoring the part where she dies, Athanasia's life is like heaven on earth there's food, no need to earn money, and she owns(?) real estate

And maybe because i was reborn,

"Li-"

"Ly"

but learning the language wasn't difficult either

This world doesn't seem to teach reading and writing at an early age.
So when i wrote down some letters...

"Our princess is an intellectual"

I was trying to live without a spotlight "i screwed up..." And this came my forth early education

"I'm so happy to be by your side princess"

"Athy likes being with Lily, too!"

And there wasn't to many damage done. The ruby palace is isolated from outside world.

Stories about me won't leak easily

I won't even see Claude in the emperor's garden in my ninth birthday.

On top of everything i always wonder where does my sister is staying, i mean i only knew about (Y/N) being my sister when Lily told me that story and (Y/N) admit it to me either, "Yes, you are my sister Athanasia" it is really strange that i never get to see sister everyday nor walking in palace where does she even sleep?

Her Majesty (Y/n) Adele De Alger Obelia

There was no information about her in the novel nor a real character other than the fact, that she's my precious big sister

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