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Zylith.

OKAY! Before you get all confused, baffled, stupefied and blah blah blah... about my impending death, hear me out.

Hmm! Where should I begin? From the time when I stooped too low to wash my face in the wash-basin of my school lavatory and eventually got sucked into a little whirlpool that formed in that weird basin. Oh! And thus ended up in this middle aged rotten of a world (What is this, ENCHANTED?), or from the time when I was caught by human traffickers while wandering cluelessly in this vile place and then got sold off as a house maid?

Either way, I was screwed the moment I was sold off to the Ronales' house of dukedom.

Let me tell you this, the house of duke Ronales was the filthiest turd-bag family of the history. Both in the past, present and possibly in the future. And I am not exaggerating, not in the least, I can so imagine them being one of those famous modern political families that sucks the country dry from the inside out. Mhmm. Totally!

They were like this massive S&M family who enjoyed the plight of the less fortunate ones. Like whips, masks and leather high heels that would grind into your skin if faults were found, again, not exaggerating guys. At first, I, being from the modern feminist era and a being fueled by caffeine, sarcasm and attitude, couldn't take all the sh*t they were throwing at me but quickly I learned, if I wanted to survive I needed to keep my head stooped low and be as low-key as possible. 

And consequently, I Zylith Sanders a.k.a Lithe, became an inconspicuous servant girl who hailed from the sh*ttiest family of nobles. Or at least I was about two weeks ago. I still can't help but curse that blasted day when I set foot into the tea room of Duke Maddox Ronales, more like Mad-dog Ronales(Suits his barking personality better) and accidentally overheard the conversation, rather argument between the duke and his eldest daughter.

The eldest daughter of the duke, Elizabeth Rosalinda Ronales was a beautiful typical golden-haired blue-eyed girl of sixteen who was an eighteenth century version of the bitchy Queen-bee. I even impulsively called her Lady Queen-bee to her face once, and she seemed infuriated at first, presuming it to be an insult; which it was. But she didn't need to know that. I, being the kind soul that I was, bestowed upon her the meaning of her title. In other words, I just said that Queen-bee was a title given to those who stood above all others and she seemed to like the name a lot (Bonus, I didn't exactly lie). So much so that she ordered every servant in the house to address her by nothing but that name.

The insult that I, so discreetly threw at her face, surprisingly got me into her good graces and I raised from the title of a lowly servant girl to the personal maid of Hers truly Lady Queen-bee. You can only imagine my hilarious irony. And hence I learnt a new trait of survival in this place. FLATTERY.

Lady Queen-bee was to be send off to the king of this kingdom as an offering of loyalty of the Ronales household towards the king, but she was not a willing individual in this ordeal.