Art Of Hallucination

Reflections and Farewells

The heavy drapes in my room had been drawn, allowing the soft glow of the morning sun to fill the space with a gentle warmth. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the reflection in the ornate mirror. The girl looking back at me, with her delicate features and golden hair, was someone I was still struggling to recognize as myself.

I remembered what my so called father told me yesterday. It's all absurd find a husband in a month, isn't a loving father meant to sympathise and let me recover from it all. After pondering for hours I came to an acceptance that this isn't my old world children don't have a say in what their father wants,at least u get to choose who I want to spend my time with I this strange world.

Today, I went through all the letters and invitations to tea party and ball's thinking, if I want to get married I will have to socialize whether or not I like it.I was browsing through. The endless piles of letters and then I saw one invitation with a familiar enigma, it was from the ducals house angrania, apparently his sister lady rossete is hosting a tea party.The duke he's perfect he has everything i want in a man,long silver hair,purple eyes,cold and..umm ... what even is my type in men heard he is a cold man and I like that he's good looking what else.

I realized I had to find more about him so I asked around to see what events he will be attending, suprisenly he was only attending the spring festival held once a year for three days by the royal family. Hold that thought I said to my self when Anna came in and told me it was time for dinner.

As I dressed for the dinner, the weight of the gown-a flowing creation of silk and lace-seemed to remind me of the roles and responsibilities that came with this new identity. I slipped my hands through the sleeves and admired the intricate embroidery. It was beautiful, but it felt like a costume, something I was expected to wear rather than something that truly belonged to me.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. .

When I entered the dining room, the warm glow of candlelight danced across the faces of my family and guests.

I took my seat at the head of the table, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze on me. The conversation around me was none existent, it was queit, only the clincks of cutlery on plates,the air was thick,the servants had a constant distresfull look etched on their face,shows much much the marquis is feared. I don't blame them their heads could come of with the flick of his fingers,pity isn't something I can feel for them as my head can also come flying with a flick of his finger. Finally dinner ended,I went to the gardens to do some embroidery,I was getting good at it,I like it very much.

Throughout the evening, I couldn't help but reflect on my previous life. Memories of the hospital room, the steady drip of the IV, and the quiet comfort of my final days replayed in my mind. I remembered the feeling of acceptance, the calm resignation that had enveloped me as I faced the end.

It was a bittersweet acceptance. I had been at peace with my fate, and now I found myself in a world that seemed both vibrant and alien. I had been given a second chance, but it came with its own set of challenges. The contrast between my old life and this new existence was stark and disorienting.

The night air was cool, and the roses in the hidden alcove bloomed with a subtle fragrance that brought me a sense of comfort. I sat on the stone bench, letting the quiet of the night envelop me.

A soft rustle in the bushes drew my attention, and Anna emerged, her expression one of concern and understanding. "I thought you might be here," she said softly. "How are you feeling?"

I remained silent. Anna took my hand gently. "it's okay she said."we sat there in silence for hours.it felt peaceful.

As the evening wore on, I returned to my room with a sense of resolve. I would face this new life with the same courage and acceptance that had marked my final days in my previous existence. It wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to find my place, to blend the old with the new, and to embrace the second chance I had been given.