1 Prologue

"Psyche..."

I felt a soft hand caressing my hair.

"Psyche… it's time to wake up."

"Psyche, let's go! Father is calling us."

Why does my roommate kept on calling me 'Psyche'? Is she crazy? Or am I just dreaming? Half awake? Is this the effect of reading too much novels?

"Psyche—"

"C'mon, Matilda. Stop calling me that! And for Pete's sake, I'm tired! You can just go, I'll stay here! Just tell our prof that I'm not feeling well."

She didn't replied. I guess she already left.

Finally!

I was about to sleep again when a strong hand grabbed my arm and woke the hell out of me.

"What's wrong with you?!" I blurted out as my body sat on the bed.

My eyes were still a bit blurry so I couldn't clearly recognize her face but as soon as my sight adjusted to the light, my mouth was left hanging open.

"Beauties…" I whispered.

"Psyche!? Are you okay?! Are you having a nightmare?!" A beautiful Lady owning a tanned skin, wearing a golden silk dress that's hugging her curves, has a long and straight dark hair that's reaching her hips, worriedly caressed my cheeks.

It looks like she was the one who woke me up but now that I saw her beauty, I don't care… she's too gorgeous.

Am I still dreaming?

"Psyche… is there something wrong? Who's Pete? Matilda? And Prof? Are you really feeling unwell?" Worriedly asked by a girl who's sitting on a golden sofa, also has a tanned skin, wearing a yellowish silk dress that's not that fit, and has a shoulder length wavy hair.

I gulped. They're both beauties! I can't even compare their beauty to the ones that I idolized before! They're like… so natural! Their beauty is so out of this world! It's as if I'm facing a goddess itself!

But…

"Psyche?" I asked.

They both looked confused.

"Why? Is there something wrong?"

I closed my mouth, lay back on the bed, and held the soft hand that's caressing me.

This world is really nice, especially with these beauties around but…

"What a silly dream." I shook my head.

I wish to have this kind of dream every night. Imagine to be have these beautiful ladies to wake you up, right? Such a nice dream indeed!

I shut my eyes and once again, tried to sleep but a tight hug didn't let me to.

"Psyche! What's happening to you!?"

Even with my eyes close, I could feel how the people around me panicked, even my shoulder is getting wet because of the tears of the beautiful Lady!

Why is she crying?!

"I'll call the physician!"

WHAT?! WHY?!

I tried to focus myself on sleeping again because that's the only thing I can do so I can wake up!

But as minutes pass by, I achieved nothing but a wet shoulder and… a ruckus.

"What's happening here!?" A big and low voice entered the scene.

"Father!"

I felt how my body became lighter. Gosh, that beauty is really heavy!

"Psyche… she's acting really strange!" she cried.

I am not Psyche! For Pete's sake! This dream is driving me crazy!

I continue to close my eyes despite the loud noises that's keeping me awake.

What will I do now?! It seems that I can't wake up!

"Psyche… our precious daughter!" A voice of a middle old lady filled my ears.

"She's been saying names and words we couldn't understand! Father, Mother! Our Psyche needs help!"

I cringed on my thoughts. This dream is really going overboard! How could such a low human like me, have dreams like this?!

A cold hand suddenly held my wrist. In shock, I accidentally opened my eyes.

"Oh sh*t…"

The middle age woman rushed into me, with tears in her eyes. She embraced me so tight that I almost choke because of her overflowing emotions; like a loving mother who's longing for her child.

Damn! Please wake me up! Matilda!

"My Psyche! What happened to you, my precious daughter!?" she loosen the hug and held my shoulders.

I didn't replied, instead, I took her hand and violently landed it on my cheeks. It was not a strong slap but the people around me gasped exaggeratedly as if what I did is such a huge sin when in fact, I did it to wake myself but it didn't work!

Now, the people around me are giving me a strange look as if I've gone mad.

The old lady pushed herself away from me. "My daughter! What's happening to you?!"

Damn this drama!

I ran my hand through my hair. This is dream really troublesome—but wait! Is my hair has always been this soft?!

While the people around me is panicking, I am also panicking deep inside when I combed my strangely long hair! Unlike what my hair originally looks like, the hair I'm combing with my hands right now is really beautiful! Like a silk! Long, reddish and straight when it was supposed to be wavy because that's what my hair should look like! Short, dry, wavy, and… err brown! Not like this smooth and healthy one!

Did I fell asleep and became an endorser of shampoo?

I roamed my eyes all over the corners of the expensive looking room and when my eyes met my target, I stood up from the soft bed and ran towards it.

"Psyche! Where are you going?!"

I stopped in front of the huge mirror.

I took a deep sigh and looked into my reflection closely. Maybe if I saw my face, I'll wake up from this annoying dream… but as the sunlight coming from the open window shine through the mirror, it feels so unreal.

I can't believe my own eyes.

Pale white skin, reddish cheeks, thin pinkish lips, almond brown eyes, ginger and straight long hair. Owning a perfect curves that hiding within the delicate fabric of the nightgown, every corner of her body is too perfect to look at. Gorgeous isn't even enough to describe the features of the woman that standing before my eyes.

I caressed her cheeks softly, only wanted to feel its warmth but to my surprise, it was mine that I'm touching not hers.

The beautiful lady in the mirror is not her… but me.

I slapped my own face. It made a sound that echoed inside the room.

I didn't wake up at all… it felt so real.

Once again, the people around gasped.

"Your highness! Psyche!"

My innocent eyes stared at the reflection amazingly.

"How in the world… Did I really became Psyche?" I laughed, more like a sigh of disbelief.

Silence filled the room.

"Psyche! What are you saying—"

I then lowered my head and covered my eyes.

"Psyche—"

"I… I BECAME PSYCHE?!"

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