Ryang Empire 1846
"Umma, can't I just skip this event and focus on honing my martial skills with Haneul?" I complained as the court ladies meticulously dressed me in my Myeonbok.
"Because tonight, your father and I want you to meet some very importa...
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Nvy's POV…
For the past week, my dreams have been lasting longer and feeling more realistic. They were feeling So real that it took me a minute to realize that I was dreaming when I opened my eyes in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. “Dammit, I'm so fucking tired of this shit. I'm so tired of not remembering anything about my past, my parents, or what caused me to become this way.” I grumbled as I tied my hair into a messy ponytail. “When will my life ever be fucking normal? When will I stop feeling like I'm living in a made-up world where someone else is directing my life with the stroke of a pen?” I asked myself while grabbing my journal out of the top drawer of the nightstand.
My Dream:
“Get up, Sweetpea.” A woman who looked almost identical to my mom told me in a soft, honey-like voice as she shook my arm frantically.
“I don't want to,” I grumbled at the same time I pulled the covers up over my head, trying to go back to sleep.
“Get up and get dressed now, little lady!” The woman said this time in a not-so-sweet tone. I sat up in the bed with a scowl on my face and my arms folded defiantly across my chest.
“Why?” I asked, looking over at the partly opened window. “It's still dark outside!”
“I can't explain that right now. We have to go.” She says, taking me by the left arm and forcefully pulling me out of the bed.
“Go where? Who are you and where's my mom and dad?” I asked while she rummaged through my closet. I guess she was looking for something for me to put on, since I wasn't making any moves to do so.
“Stop asking so many questions and just put these on.” She says, shoving a dark gray bunny sweater and black joggers in my arms. “Hurry, we don't have much time!” She ordered before leaving me in the closet wondering what in the heck was going on.
The loud crashing of objects hitting the floor somewhere in the house made me forget about asking questions. I put my clothes and shoes on at the speed of lightning. “Lady, where are you?” I called out in a scared voice when all the lights in my room went out. “Lady, are you still there?” I asked when I didn't get a response.
I opened my mouth to scream when someone grabbed me by the hand and began pulling me out of the closet. The only thing that stopped me was when she covered my mouth and said, “Sweetpea it's me.” I was so scared that I almost peed on myself. “Follow me and be very quiet,” she instructed, after helping me to put a cap on my head, and a small cloth-like object over my face that covered my mouth and nose. “Don't speak or make a sound until we're safely out of this house. I'll answer any questions that you have once I get you to a safe and secure place.” She told me, then slowly dragged me along behind her.
