Just Let Me Be The Grand Duchess! (SECOND SEASON)

Episode 31 - After a Long Day's Rest

It felt cold. Her whole body felt cold. Alejandra tried to breath but her throat felt like ice. Struggling to move her fingers, she squeezed her arms in what felt like some sort of restraint. She opened her eyes and peered into an endless void of blackness.

“Thou ist awake…well thy soul is, at least.” A vaguely Masculine voice spoke…

No. Voices. It was voices not a voice.

The entity spoke in a choir of different tones as they laid out a sigh.

Alejandra still couldn't speak, she only had her eyes open. She felt strange, like her heart was melting into a puddle. It hurt. Her chest hurt.

The blackness around her didn't feel like a void anymore, it was like she was covered by a smoke or haze that enveloped her body and diluted her vision.

“I took over your body for a while.” The voices spoke all together. “I didn't expect you to lose your sanity, Dear Benefactor.”

Benefactor?

What did that being just call her?

Why her?

And why Benefactor?

“Twould assume mine Benefactor can't speak.” Its looming voice whispered again. “Thou must've been quite exhausted.”

A glowing pair of frosted blue eyes shone from the deepest ends of the black mist that clouded her entire vision.

“Be not afraid, mine Dear Benefactor…or would thee prefer Master, as thou’s title.” The eye blinked curiously. Almost adorably.

But Alejandra could feel a chill form on her body. Whatever that thing beyond the black mist was. It was a being she would rather not see.

“I’m afraid thou time hast come for thee to wake.” Through its hidden figure, Alejandra could still tell it smiled. “I trust in your continued health, Master.”

The Lady’s eyes opened wide awake, like an electric shock sparked through her body. She snapped upwards, awakening from an incomparably unsettling nightmare.

Who was that creature?

What was that creature?

She looked around. She seemed to be alone in a large bed, in a quite astounding room. It had beautiful walls adorned with marble pillars and golden lamplights. The room was also fashioned with a crystalline chandelier with lights that shone like glowing gemstones.

Her bed was also inlaid with sheets so soft it could only be made with the highest quality wool. The pillows were rigid but soft enough to embrace and the tables that stood by her bed were varnished mahogany as well.

As a merchant’s daughter. It was only right she could tell how expensive this room must've been. A few thousand gold coins wouldn't even come close to a fraction of the furniture in this place.

She glanced to the side. A familiar blade was leaned on the bedside table. It’s power hidden away in it's impressive leather sheathe.

The Crown Princess's sword…well more like it was her sword now.

She picked it up and it radiated the feeling of winter as her fingers started hurting from the immense cold emanating from it. She quickly put it back down before she lost one of her beloved fingers to its powerful magic.

“Seriously…” She cussed at the sword. “Won't even let me touch it.”

“It wouldn't let anyone touch it.” The door to the room opened as a handsome man with striking red hair and a cloth taped and bandaged to his cheek, entered with a grin.