Back in the 21st century, I would've been snoozing off the alarm and get up late for school. I'd grab my phone. Pick my outfit combination for the day. Do my daily routine all on my own. Then dash with my old pair of washed-out sneakers.
In this period, however, my mind and my body have been trained to wake upon the sound of Gertrude's tiny ringing bell as my maids shuffle inside my chambers. All I had to do was to let them maneuver their hands along my figure as they force me to fit into tight dresses. My feet were somehow already used to the heels, maybe because this body doesn't belong to me but Khaleesi's.
Khaleesi Dulcina Ermengard.
I wonder how she lived before I overtook her consciousness.
Was her personality different or were we both the same?
I guess that's another tale entirely.
"Oh! It appears that the young miss is already awake!" I heard Gertrude pipe up from behind me, making me jolt up in shock as I speedily compiled my documents. "Were you in the middle of work, if I may ask?"
The weather outside was particularly cloudy, so I didn't notice the time. I believed that it wasn't an hour for breakfast yet.
"Yes." I plainly responded. Spy work.
It's so frustrating that instead of answers, I just keep on garnering more questions, more mysteries that are yet to be solved.
My thoughts travel to the memory of Prince Nathaniel's leather-bound journal. Does he keep his information there as well? I know he carries it with him wherever he goes, but if I could only have the chance to see it lying around again...
I plead for another trigger of the prince's clumsiness.
After they fashioned me in a garb of silver and silk that reached up to my neck, accompanied with sapphire earrings that glistened under the light filtering through the curtains, I made my way back to the library, hoping that I'd be lucky enough to spot my object of interest.
I have to figure this all out before I die.
Or, even better, elude my destined demise and change History.
Third Person's POV
Once the determined lady made it to the abandoned floor, however, she was greeted with the sight of someone else, someone who was swinging their feet into space as they sat on the balustrades of the old crusty balcony, someone who was staring at the distance with a blank expression, someone who she witnessed as the Wizard named Os.
"Prince Vante?" she approached him with shy steps, bowing as an act of courtesy.
He turned his head to see her, his smile faint.
The elegant silver of her dress reminded him of Promittere, of his beautiful blade that conveyed meaning. The deep blue of gems that hung along her dainty ears made him go back to when he had forsaken Midnight, forsaken his twin. She was the reflection on the parts of him that he never liked.
He chose to ignore it, instead of focusing on the ambiance of the hollow corridor, of their positions and how their story weaved by the threads of fate began.
Their first meeting was like this too.
"You didn't do that before," he blinked at her innocently, "only accused me of sneaking inside the palace when all I ever desired was to sneak out."
Her face went full-on beet red.
"I apologized for that." The young woman looked at the ground, pursing her lips in embarrassment.
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Hayran Kurgu[COMPLETE] ❝Seven princes stood before me. But which of them is the one I seek?❞ Briar Rosette, a curious girl of the 21st century, was somehow captivated by one of History's greatest mysteries. It was the tale between the Painter and the Musician...
