A Kentucky Belle in an Isekai World

1: Once

[Song used is "Pompeii" by Bastille.]

I slept way in my first day on the new job.

In my defense, that was because my alarm I set the night before didn't go off.

Of course, that didn't end up mattering at all because I was woken up bright and early by a total stranger barging into my room.

I sat up as the door hit the wall loudly, startled.

"Good morning, m'lady," said a cheerful, business-like voice belonging to a woman who must have been my age or less, dressed in very odd clothes that I thought looked like something out of one of those period pieces that my mother loves watching.

I blinked at her oddly.

"Uh, lady, what are you doing in my room?" I said in bewilderment.

I wasn't scared, not yet, since I figured no kidnapper would be dressed as some old fashioned maid. Seemed a bit over the top to me.

I thought it had to be some joke my family was playing on me.

"Oh, I just came in to tidy up and bring you your breakfast, ma'am," the maid cos-player said innocently.

"Right," I said flatly.

Well, if she wasn't going to break character, I wasn't going to play along just because of that.

"Look, this is funny and all," I said, my accent getting stronger as I got more annoyed, "but I think I'm late. Did y'all take my phone or something? I should have been up hours ago."

The sun was streaming through the window that she'd just opened brightly enough for me to know it had to be at least 9 am.

"Uh...ma'am...I'm sorry, perhaps I'm not familiar with your country's language." The maid looked genuinely puzzled. "What do you mean by 'phone'?"

"You're just real committed to this bit, ain't ya?" I said, getting more annoyed.

But I figured she was getting paid for this prank, so the real person I was mad at was my brother or my mother. It had to be one of them.

Unless it was my weird uncle. He might think this was hilarious.

I got up in a huff to go out of my room and give them a piece of my mind--and that was when I realized that this prank was going way farther than I thought.

The floor wasn't my floor; it didn't have my very faded carpet on it, and it wasn't wood--at least no wood I'd ever seen.

I was wearing one of them fancy, lacy, silk nightgowns you see on TV. Not the pajamas I went to bed in. And I didn't even want to know how someone changed my clothes without me knowing it.

And my room itself, which I'd hardly looked at when it was still dim, I now saw was not the same color. It was pink instead of yellow and had fancy, brocade-like design all over the wall. It looked like a room in one of those old Victorian houses I'd been to with my family on tours through the old parts of town.

I stared at it, trying to understand what was going on.

My first thought was: I have been kidnapped!

But then I thought, who would put a kidnapped victim in a room like this?

Then I thought, I'm not tied up, and that maid just left the door unlocked.

In fact, it wasn't even totally shut yet.

I walked up to it like I was in a trance.

"M'lady? Are you all right? Do you feel ill?" the maid asked.