𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓮 [Remarried Empress story] {HIATUS}

Ch 2. Adjusting

I stare at an unfamiliar ceiling and at unfamiliar faces. I squirm, trying to get out of the grasp of these two faces. Where am I?! I remember being hit and Lenore screaming... Then nothing. So what-

"Hold on to Rashta, my dear, before she hits her head." I stop. Rashta?! Did I just hear that right?!

"V-viscount Roteschu!" I freeze. No. Way. This can't be.

"Milord please!" I'm yanked from someone's arms and a woman wails. As I look up, I see a very familiar face. A face I'd only seen in a picture. Viscount Roteschu. Former master of Rashta, The name I'm being called by for some reason.

"My baby, lord, please!" I hear a mocking laugh.

"She is a slave. Nothing more. Nothing less." Please tell me I'm not in a certain webnovel. That'd be very cliche.

"Take them away." I hear and I try to maneuver myself to see the faces of Rashta's parents before I never see them again.
MY parents. I'm Rashta.
While I try to figure out how I'm not dead and in a webnovel, my parents are dragged away, cries and pleas fading away. Wait- wait- wait- If I'm here, then I'll be a slave!
I start to wail loudly. It's useless I know, but if he finds me annoying, he might just dump me on another person and I can get away from this.. this Monster. Makes me wonder what would've happened if Rashta hadn't been a slave. I'm dragged out of my thoughts as I'm unceremoniously dumped  into someone else's arms. Did it work?! No way it worked that easily!

"Get the child something to eat. Then back to work." Crap. As I'm taken away from the count, I start to plot. And how I plotted- STOP MAKING ME SOUND LIKE A CLICHE!
Ahem, anyway. I don't even know how long the person, who I now see is a woman, holding me walked before I'm set down in a crib. I try to cry again but I'm shushed before the person leaves, muttering about formula and 'taking care of another slave child even though it's not my job." I'm left to my thoughts as she mutters away to herself. Alright, Review time. I make a mental checklist in my head of the last few things I remembered.
-Met Lenore's douche boyfriend
-he left for a "emergency"
-we followed him
-we saw him on a date with another girl.
-Lenore ran in and got into a argument with him, where the other girl joined in.
-I yelled at douche
-We left with an angry Lenore.
-Lenore didn't see the truck.
-I shoved her out of the way
-dead
Then something comes back to me.

'...You've been given a second chance. Don't Mess Up.'

So me coming back was on a whim?? No grand plan where I'm a wild card? That... actually is a relief. I'd probably die from stress if I had to be some sort of chosen one. I'm interrupted from my thoughts by the return of the maid. She picks me up, with a gentleness that contrasts the roughness I heard, and holds the formula bottle to my lips. I grimace before obliging.

Sorry Navier. I have to survive first before I even attempt to help you. Because this... is gonna be TERRIBLE.

Like! Comment! Tell me what I did wrong and if I can fix it! BYEEEE!