A Pawn From the Left Field for the Victimised Princess of En Passant

I had a dream. A long, traumatising dream that unfortunately kept recurring. It all started when I turned fourteen. In the dream, I witnessed a person's life journey. From the moment she was born, to her struggling through the horrific life of the academy, to her being murdered by someone close to her and breathing her last, to her death being faked as a suicide, I was there. Uniquely, that person was an imperial princess; the world she lived in was very different from mine. I didn't know where it was. Was it on earth? Or... I don't know. The universe always has secrets.

Not to mention, that princess... has the exact same physique as me.

If it weren't for the absence of the two moles under her nose, I would without a doubt say she was me.

It wasn't enough to make me think that I was crazy for continuing to have the same nightmare; the princess, who looked exactly like me, spoke to me.

For the first time.

"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦."

And the last time in the case of dreaming it.

Because after that, I was the one who came into 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

A world in the middle of nowhere offered a 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 within.

Seeking justice for her murder-that's what the princess wants, right?