Until The Day I Die

Chapter 5: Fiancé

"My lady, wake up."

The next morning, I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling.

Where the heck am I? Was I kidnapped?

Ah, right, I was transmigrated.

But isn't it just another name for kidnapping anyway? It's just that my kidnapper is God so it's harder to sue him.

But the most annoying thing in all of this was that someone pulled me out of my slumber without my authorization.

Who is it? I feel like murdering someone right now.

I snapped my head to the window and realized that the sound came from there.

So it was the window, huh?

You wanted me to jump through you so much that you even woke me up? Then fine! I'm coming!

As I was about to realize a window's wish aka just commit suicide like a normal person who was woken up by someone in the morning, I heard a knock on the door and found out that the culprit was, in fact, not the window.

How surprising.

Then, the door spoke up once again.

"My lady, you have a guest, please wake up."

Judging from their voice, the door seemed to be an old man and could amazingly achieve the feat of talking without a mouth. Did it use magic?

Suddenly, the door opened.

...Or the one talking was literally my butler instead of the door.

Ignoring my disheveled hair because it has no influence on my flawless beauty, I asked grumpily:

"Sebastian, who could even visit us at this hour?"

It's only 11 a.m., isn't it common sense that everyone is still sleeping at this time of the day? Well, it should be!

Ignoring the random name I threw at him while hoping that every butler from the Victorian era was called Sebastian, Sebastian-but-not-Sebastian answered:

"It's the prince, your fiancé."

I choked.

Because I have to go to school AND I am engaged?

Why didn't I know I had a fiancé?

Wait, did he say it's the prince?

Suddenly having an idea, I decided to give a bad first impression to the guy I was meeting for the first time and waved my hand.

"Tell him to wait since I have to prepare, and make my personal maid come."

He nodded and soon after a maid came.

I also chose her a random name (be honored) and said:

"Annie, you have to prepare me very slowly. Take a looot of time, okay?"

"But my name-"

"I don't care about your name, you're just a maid."

Oh, she has a nameplate. Indeed, her name isn't Annie. Still, there were only 5 different letters, I nearly guessed it.

Maybe they all have nameplates so that I don't inadvertently call someone by the right name because I'm so good at guessing? How considerate.

"Still, I've been your personal maid since the last few years, you should at least know my-"

"Shut up, Annie."

As I glared at her, Annie-but-not-Annie shut up. Now, let's think about which name I should use to call her next time...