"You're as beautiful as a flower."
"You're just saying that..."
She died as an assassin in her past life to the frightening Emperor Claude, then suddenly she's awoken in the body of a royal of a distant country. Thats not all though, in her new life...
Claude is literally built like an Olympian god don't even🤚✋ just look at him
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
♢♦︎♢
"Who hired you?"
The sword at the base of her neck slowly rose up to her chin, tilting her head upwards. The woman on her knees kept her mouth shut, blood splatted across her face and she stared with a dark smile at her target. Though, he was no longer her target-no longer her prey, the roles had reversed and it was her end.
"So be it," he spoke with little to no emotion in his voice, let alone his face, and swung his sword to her neck. She stared up unmoving, willing and waiting, peering into his eyes which glistened under the moonlight.
Ah...such beautiful blue ey-
She shot up quickly, gripping the pure white sheets that enveloped her. "What the..." The girl raised her hand as streams of morning sunlight stung her eyes and she noticed her skin, her bones, what her hand was and said, "What the fuck is this hand. It's so... skinny."
She noted a mirror across the room of which had such cold light tiles it made her feet tingle as she walked across it. Looking into that mirror was when she released a blood curdling screech and feel back.
Not soon after, the door flung open and a kind faced, plump middle-aged maid ran in, "Milady, I heard you shout, are you alright?!"
"Ah, um," she stared confused for a moment, and answered the maid hesitantly, "yes."
"Why are you on the floor, Milady! Please, get up, it's dirty," the maid said in a worried tone and helped her up by the elbow. The girl only stared astonished back and forth to the mirror and the maid.
"Who..." the girl started and the maid looked her deep in the eyes, "who're you?"
♢♦︎♢
"I see, this is Listania."
"Y-yes, Lady Anne," the maid hesitantly answered. "How did this happen?" The woman was nearly in tears before the girl grabbed the woman's hands in her own.
"Sofie, I believe we need to keep this between us," Anne stared sweetly. "I-I'll get my memories back let's... not cause a fuss."
She was trying to act calm and mature about this whole situation, but really on the inside, this Anne was freaking the fuck out.
Why the hell am I here?! Why am I Anne Winfelle?! I killed this woman three years ago and now I'm her?
What Anne was thinking wasn't false in the slightest. When she was her now old self, the assassin Serenia, she'd been hired to kill the woman she was now. Anne Winfelle, the second princess of the kingdom Listania. If her memory served her correctly, her assassin self killed Anne because her employer was obsessed with who Anne was the fiancé of-
"Am I engaged?" Anne sat sullen on the edge of her bed, hand to her chin in thought.
"Yes, Lady Anne," Sofie her maid told her with hands clasped together in front of her. "To the current emperor of the Obelian empire, Claude de Alger Obelia."
