She was the face of envy. Elizabeth Clarence, daughter of the proud Prime minister of Creon was brought up with the finest of tutors and all the riches the world has to offer. She almost had everything; beauty,grace, a handful of loyal followers w...
She was called Elizabeth Grace Clarence, The daughter of the duke who also serves as the prime minister, Reginald Clarence and his wife Cordelia Isabel Clarence. She was born to live above the common class of citizens and was educated by the best and the brightest teachers. However, despite all the things that sets her apart from the rest she never looked at herself as someone better than others. She was taught at a young age that everyone should be treated equally and with all fairness. But on the eve of her ninth birthday that girl died and what replaced her was a vile woman that went and destroyed the kingdom.
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She had red nails on the day she died. Some readers say that she used her own blood in order to achieve that kind of shade.
I am dressed in a white chiffon like dress. It was flowy and reached my ankles. my hair was pulled back with a red ribbon and the more I look at my reflection on the mirror as one of the maids comb my hair the more I seem to resemble a princess who had seven dwarves. The maid combing my hair has surprisingly smooth hands. If I was not mistaken maids of this era are used to heavy work.
"Princess is it true that you no longer have your memories?" The maid on my right inquired. she was the one responsible for handing the comb and other ornaments to the other maid that was positioned right behind me. Before I could answer her question she was suddenly hit by the other maid with the brush she was using to comb my hair.
"Be quiet Selma you're disturbing the princess."
"But aunt Anne I just want to know the truth."
Selma and Anne. They were Her personal handmaids and their service to this house began just a year before my rebirth. Selma has red hair and brown eyes while Anne has black hair with some white strands and bright green eyes. Looking at Anne it is easy to know that she is someone who is older than me in age. Well of course this body where I'm in is currently eight so they are both older than me. I wonder if its alright if I call her by first name basis. Damn I already forgot most of the details of that book especially things about the villain since I really hated her. Even though the author published a short story about the villain's past I did not bother reading it since I loathed her so much.
She was pure evil. She discriminated the poor specially those people who are orphans. For me on the other hand who grew up parent-less and stayed for a very long time in different orphanages I find it very natural to hate her. But I find it strange how these two maids could just easily express their emotions while I am here. I mean in one of the chapters I read, her retainers wouldn't even dare look her in the eye and would simply shake in fear every time she looks at them with discontent.
"There don't you look beautiful princess!" Selma squealed as she placed both her hands at the sides of her hips.
"Stop looking proud, its not like you helped in doing anything. You just handed stuff that's all" Anne quickly cut off her Selma's which caused her to slump.
"Thank you so much its beautiful." I thanked them as I continued to stare at my reflection. Damn I really hate her but she's really beautiful. Why wasn't I transported inside Lady Charlotte's body! It would have been so nice. Frolicking around the palace gardens as I smile happily with the prince. Instead I had to be inside this villainous woman. I could almost scream at the rooftop of this mansion and ask in a loud voice {WHY ME?!}
snapping me out of my thought Selma suddenly asked another question.
"Princess if you really can't remember then you can just ask me for help." she holds my hand and looks at me kindly. "After all if it weren't for the princess my younger brother would've died because of the plague. So please let me help you with my best effort."
Help me...
"Tell me, what kind of person am I?" I asked. It was a careless question that I was unable to notice. I thought that it was only in my head but I realized I spoke it loudly when Anne answered me.
