I died and woke up in an otome game (BL)

34 - 35

TW: parts of 35 will most likely be triggering, but I feel like it's already been mentioned previously how she changes his appearance to match her preferences. And originally, she changed it, because she foolishly thought that he'd want his colorings from the previous world after living in this world in this skin and body for years. she's slowly giving him autonomy back, but it also feels like I do it after every tragedy. This should also show you that the goddess isn't exactly... good. 

Chapter 34 : These witches cut my hair?!

Today started like any other; wonderfully quiet.

I was just relaxing in my bed, sighing peacefully because of how heavenly my bed is. Sure, I felt lighter than I had since I had come to this wonderful world, but I just likened it to be less stressed on this fine, rainy day.

Those bitches.

So, feeling floaty and lighter than yesterday, I decided to get up and spend a while swi--bathing in my wonderfully large roman bath.

And as I made my way there, through my giant walk-in closet, I happened on a wonderful and big golden mirror in my marble closet. And I screamed. Because someone cut my fucking hair.

My HAIR! Who does that? I mean, second graders with scissors, sure. I was even one of them, but this is certainly a professional cut! Like they even SHAVED the back!

I'm not crying. Your imagining things! You certainly can't hear my sniffles.

My hair.

ಥ_ಥ

I'm certainly not sulking in my Olympic-sized poo-roman bath waters.

Nope.

I shall get to the bottom of this, or everyone will payyyyy!

Chapter 35 : We will never speak of this, Ever part 2

"Which of you trollops did this?" I ask the crowd of women in my drawing room.

I had hosted the sleepover this time, leading to my quarters expanding to include a few double-bedded guest rooms.

"My, Antonio, your hair looks marvelous, If I must say." Dayan drawled from her position in the lounge; The corner chair by the fireplace. Her hair was slightly out of place, and she was still in her pajamas, as I had all but dragged them out of bed.

Rose, from her position in the kitchen across from us (I currently have an open floor plan. Tastes change.), pipes up, "I can barely remember what happened last night, honestly." I heard murmurs of agreement and realize that I also...cannot remember a thing after coming back to the church.

"I remember, meeting up in the capital...on the main street. We shopped for a while and had lunch at this new place the priests recommended to Ant, before heading to the Blelyft, which transported us directly into Ant's private quarters--"

"They don't do that normally," I interrupted, getting an annoyed look from Gertrude--Yes, I learned their names! No...I'm not preening. Shut up. Trollops.

"Like I was saying, we appeared in Ant's private quarters--"

"When did I give you permission to call me by my first name?" I interrupted again.

"Last night, after we brought out of wine." Lillian piped up and Gertrude made an "I'm done" gesture before going silent.

"Your skin is darker than it usually is," Dayan noted, surprising me.

I observed my slightly mocha skin. It was darker, so unlike the color, I had gotten used to. My mother, Irene, was of an indigenous tribe in her home country and was naturally very dark-skinned, beautiful, and unlike those in this nation. My other mother, Sheri, on the other hand, was very pale with bright red hair and bright eyes.

I was born in this world with very dark skin, like a dark birch wood after the rain, a rich dark brown. I also had very thick, and curly black hair, and bright emerald green eyes. Since becoming the pope, the goddess, with the consent of NOONE BUT HERSELF, changed my hair, texture, color, EVERYTHING, to an ashy-white color, and made my hair super silky. I got to keep but the curls but nothing else! She also lightened my skin considerably. (Against my wishes!) She also changed my eye color so that instead of my beautiful greens, I have this yellowish cat green that becomes emerald green once I deplete my magical stores.

I once blasted my bathroom to kingdom come trying to get my original coloring back a few weeks after the changes, going mad as I was, and I was back to normal for maybe two days before the goddess restored my reserves, causing me to go back to that once hated, white hair, lighter skin, and yellow-green eyes.

So, yes, I was very surprised and delighted when my skin was just a little bit darker, just a little bit closer to my original coloring. And as It was now, it was almost like it, so, so familiar. Like coming home after experiencing an out-of-body experience. A feeling of belonging.

It was wonderful.

And then my bubble burst, and with a knock on my door, a bang really, my whole world was upended, just with a single sentence,

"Your holiness, the high pope, your mother--"

And everything went white.