Don't Want to be a Princess

Prologue

Eun was pretty sure she died.

It was dark, pitch black. The endless night has taken her soul. Like the depths of hell had swallowed her whole-

...

Oh wait.

Her eyes were just closed.

She opens them slowly, expecting to see fire, destruction and red. Or if she was lucky, a bright light and welcoming aura.

She's leaning more towards the first option.

It's dark but she can make out a room. A fancy room, at that. It was fit for a princess.

Was this heaven?

She tries to move her arm. She can feel it slide to the side. So I can move. Eun inhales, willing her body to sit up. It works.

A lock of brown hair falls in front of her face.

"Eugh!" She shrieks, swatting at whoever's hair landed on her. She tries to pull it off, gripping it to shove away.

"Ow!" Eun yelps, rubbing her head. Her hair is suprisingly silky soft. Too silky. She reaches for strands of it, looking at her dark hair.

It wasn't dark.

It's the same color as the lock of hair. Brunette and longer than it was supposed to be.

"What the heck?" She murmers. Eun pauses. Her voice. It didn't sound like her voice. It was too high pitched. She repeats words to herself, noting the complete difference in tones.

I need a mirror.

She scoots of the soft mattress, looking around the unfamiliar room. She searches drawers with dresses, finds a box filled with jewelry, a desk with heavy books.

There.

On the ground. A hold-able mirror adorned with gold designs. She picks it up, peeking at the mirror.

A beautiful face, looking years younger than she did. That was wrong . Her face was supposed to be average. Eun takes a deep breath, before looking squarely in the mirror. She has to hold in a gasp.

Caramel colored hair with bangs. A cute face that looks straight out of a manga. Light colored skin with a natural blush. Somehow familiar. What stood out most were the eyes. Unnaturally bright blue, wide and innocent. Specks of violet shaded her iris, sparkling like a jewel.

Like a jewel.

A naive girl graced with bejeweled eyes, a tool for manipulation. A fodder that annoyed Eun in terms of the protagonist that shared the same color.

She was Jennette Margarita.

"Shit!"

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A red eyed magician hums, feeling a presence fill the air.

"Another soul?"