𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋. ( wmmap )

00. haunting

When you woke up from what you thought was nothing more than a short nap, you found yourself staring down at a crying child in your arms.

A small, jewel eyed child.

You've heard of these eyes before, in a story from long ago. You've imagined what those eyes would look like in real life, and because of that, you knew what they meant. It stood for royalty, and that child before you was of royal blood. 

Which royal child were you holding? No, rather, why were you even seeing this? 

You recalled having a faint headache, and you dropped your head down to your arm to take a nap, but when you woke up to the sound of an infant crying, you were already here. 

In an unfamiliar room, with a baby in your hold. You had no idea how you got here, or if this was nothing but a dream.

You panicked and looked around the room you mysteriously found yourself in, and saw a brown haired woman. 

She looked like she was fighting for her life, but when her green eyes caught the sight of her the child in your hold, she smiled. She didn't look glad because she gave birth to the child safely, but rather, satisfied about herself. 

Penelope Judith. She was laying down on the bed with humble clothing, but her eyes could still look so arrogant. 

"Sister," she turned to you, and you flinched at the term. 

You still couldn't wrap your head completely about what was happening before you.

Why were you here, inside a story? Why was Penelope Judith calling you her sister? Was this all merely a dream? Your last memory was trying to fall asleep, and now here you were... And the child in your arms...

"...that child..." her breathe was labored, and her eyes were beginning to shut, "...will bring me to higher grounds! That child will do that for me."

You looked down at the child crying in your arms once again. This helpless child born from an ambitious mother and a hateful father... Jennette. 

"Sister, listen to me..." she raised up her hands in the air. Despite calling for you, she didn't look at your way, "...that child is the Emperor's child. Tell Roger and—"

Her hand dropped down and her eyes closed shut — permanently. 

You woke up in this weird dream ( or world ) no less than five minutes ago, and someone had already died in front of you. You had a royal child in your arms, and your sister left you with a dying wish.

Tell Roger that Jennette was the child of the Emperor, she said. 

So far, you've gathered that the events happening around you matched the events that happened in a story you read long ago, 'The Lovely Princess.' But if your memory served you correctly, Penelope's sister wasn't a good person.