𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗲𝘁

[𝟮 ➟ 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗸]

[Y/n] sighs. A gnawing sense of dread filled her entire being. How the hell can she win the king over and manage to get home in three months. Even worse, what if she has to explain herself to him? How could she say that she traveled back in time due to her exploration of castle ruins and not sound like a lunatic? Not to mention how... unorthodox she is in this time period.

If. If she has come to such a point where she has the need to explicate her situation... It either means that she'll be judged as a witch and become subject to being burned at the stake, or be considered as deranged and placed inside prison or a workhouse. Neither of which are appealing.

And if she does manage to win him over, there's still society. Ah yes, society ruins everything. Man.

Drops of rain thump against the wall made of stones. Thunder roared throughout the lackluster sky, pouring its tears onto the earth, subjecting the people to staying indoors. [Y/n] could see a deluge in the making.

She sighed once again. Today was a stormy day, and the weather seemed to have influenced her into becoming more melachonic.

"I'm so stupid. Curiosity really does kill the cat.", She groaned, burying her face into her palms.

A maid cautiously stepped into the room. Her eyes warily glanced over at [Y/n]. Slowly, she placed down a small wooden bucket filled with water before promptly leaving.

People, [Y/n] bitterly thought. Of course the maids knew all about her. It's understandable that they'd react to her in such a way too. The frown that was present since earlier deepens once she realizes how hard it'll be to temporarily stay in this place, or find a way back home when not a single soul trusts her.

How incredibly unfortunate.

She steps down from the bed, her bare feet touching the cold marble of the room's floor. Sauntering over to the bucket, she knelt down in front of it. The room was silent as she did not touch the water, but observed it. Her reflection is... off? Something in her appearance looked severely out of place, yet she couldn't seem to figure out exactly what it was.

No matter what it may be, wasting time won't do anything, so it's best that she gets her day started.

She proceeds on to wash her face with the water and provided soap. Grabbing the small towel that was conveniently placed on a stool right beside the bucket, she gently dabbed it on her face, allowing the water to soak into it.

She stood up, folding the towel into four and placing it back on the stool.

"So much yet so little to do.", She said to no one in particular. Hearing the door opening, she looked up from her crouched form to another maid. There was a distinct contrast between this maid and the previous one. The first maid had acted with attentiveness; vigilant as she eyed [Y/n]'s every move. Just like a hawk, if put in simpler terms. This one was a bit more carefree— cheerful, even. It's certainly odd, but not unwelcomed. In fact, having a change of atmosphere in such a gloomy situation is just what she needed.