She died once.
But then she got another chance to live. But that chance was also a risky one. But this time she refused to die. She is not going to give up without a fight. This time, she will fight for herself. For her life. This time, she was stro...
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Y/n nearly dropped the teacup in shock. The maid, a young woman with trembling hands and tear-streaked cheeks, clung to the hem of Y/n's gown, pressing her forehead to the polished wooden floor.
"My lady, I deserve to die! Please, forgive me!" The maid's voice cracked, her sobs wracking her frail body.
Y/n's heart pounded. This was beyond anything she had ever witnessed. Then again, she had spent her entire life in a hospital bed before becoming this woman.
She set the teacup down with a quiet clink and took a steadying breath. "What are you saying?" she asked softly, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion.
"Please stand up and explain yourself!"
The maid shook her head violently, her fingers tightening their grip. "I cannot, my lady! I cannot face you! I-I have done something unforgivable!"
Y/n swallowed, her mind racing. Had the maid broken something valuable? Stolen from the household? But this level of fear... this sheer desperation... it was far too much for a simple mistake.
She leaned forward, her tone softening, now laced with kindness. "What have you done?"
The maid looked even more terrified when she heard Y/n's gentle voice.
She let out a choked sob. "I-I touched your tea, my lady... I spilled a few drops in your saucer-" She cut herself off, her eyes wild with terror.
"Oh, please! I do not wish to die! Please, I beg of you!"
Y/n stiffened. The words sent a cold shiver down her spine.
What the hell? Y/n thought. Who would kill someone for spilling few drops of tea? This is madness.
She looked down at her body. Her gaze flickered downward to her own hands, now pale and delicate, adorned with expensive rings-proof of the noblewoman she had become.
How ruthless was this woman? There was nothing in the book that mentioned her behaving this way.
Her fingers hovered over the delicate porcelain teacup, a sudden sense of dread washing over her.
Something was very, very wrong. Slowly, she exhaled. "Dear, can you please get up?"
The maid flinched as though struck but hesitated before reluctantly getting up, still not raising her head.
Yet, Y/n caught her secretly peeking at her from time to time.
Y/n offered a reassuring smile, though her own heart was hammering against her ribs. She was so new to this-she didn't know how to handle situations like this.
"Look at me," she said. "Do I seem like I would kill you over a few drops of tea?" she asked, even though she knew the woman who owned this body surely would.
The maid's lip quivered, her expression torn between disbelief and desperate hope.
"You did not summon the guards, my lady..." she whispered, hardly daring to believe it.
