The feeling

COURTNEY'S POV

Griffith took me to a grand room where servants were waiting for me. He handed me over to them and they helped me change my clothes and then had me lie on the bed. A physician came to the room as Griffith had ordered.

After examining me the physician put medicine on my wounds and wrapped bandages around my neck as well as where I'd been kicked.

"You might find it hard to swallow and speak for a week or two Your Highness, but you will be fine with enough rest," He informed me. "Try not to exert yourself when doing those things."

I slowly nodded my head since I was too tired to speak. By then my eyes were already half shut, and I felt myself about to fall asleep.

Griffith stayed in the room watching the entire time with a worried expression on his face. I wondered what was thinking about, was he worried about me? When the physician was done and left the room Griffith came to my side and knelt beside my bed.

 "I apologize on behalf of Aldric for his actions. I'll make sure to retrain him and I can make up for his misconduct in his place at your request." He apologized.

He said it in such a way of desperation as if he feared me. What did he mean to make up for his misconduct at my request? I couldn't really think about it since I was too tired to.

"Goodnight Your Highness," he said as he brought my hand up to his lips. Then he got up and left the room. Left alone now, I looked at the ceiling wondering what the hell had just happened. My mind was still unable to process all the chaotic things that had just occurred. I closed my eyes hoping all would be normal once I woke up.

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I woke up the following morning with my neck throbbing and hurting. It was swollen. I tried to sit up and looked around the room realizing this was not my apartment. Immediately the events of the night prior replayed in my mind. Getting hit by a truck, the naked man, the choking, the knights...right...I thought to myself as I looked around the unfamiliar room. I was still stuck in this place. What was going on?

Was this all some crazy dream I was having after being hit by a truck? I certainly hoped that was the case and that I was waiting to wake up and find myself in my apartment. Then I remembered the accident. There was no way I could have survived that, the truck was at full speed. So…what was this? What could I possibly be experiencing? I thought long and hard about it for a moment.

What struck me the most about this world was how familiar the names sounded. Like Aldric and Griffith, the two men from the night before, they sounded like characters from the book I'd recently finished reading! 'A World of Tyranny'.

No way! I thought to myself as my eyes widened in disbelief. I hadn't thought about the night before since I was so overwhelmed by everything that was happening. Was I in the book? There was no way.

Not to mention the knights and Griffith addressed me as 'princess'. As in Princess Karina? The step-sister of King Viktor who dies early on in the story at the hands of her husbands? And also, Aldric mentioned 'brother King' when he was yelling at me before he choked me. Was he referring to Viktor?

It couldn't be, I thought to myself. This couldn't be happening, but the evidence was all around me.

 The story was a historical novel, and I was in a historical setting as I looked at the stone walls of the castle and all the 18th-century style furniture. My body was different And what was most telling that I was in the story as Princess Karina was what I was doing with Aldric before he attacked me. I mean he had been chained up and all around the room we had been in were all kinds of toys. The room was like something out of '50 shades'. Kara was known to do all kinds of outlandish sexual things with her husband under the orders of King Viktor.

So if I wasn't dreaming then what was going on? Then a wild thought came to mind; …had truck-sama perhaps taken me?

As an avid reader, I was very familiar with the 'isekai' genre and the infamous 'truck-sama'. A truck that would hit the main character and transport them to another world. I've always imagined truck-sama would hit me and I woke up in one of my favorite stories however, this world wasn't among them! I don't think I had the ability to survive Viktor's tranny and to make matters worse I was born as the character that was going to die. If this was really happening please take me back!

Kara died early in the novel at the hands of her husbands during the coup they threw in order to end Viktor's reign of terror, but it failed. All three husbands hated Kara.

All I was a 25-year-old hopeless romantic salary woman. I wasn't built for this! Surviving in a crazy world where everyone hates you!

Then the door to the room burst open and in came several servants. "Your Highness," they said bowing before me.

They helped me get out of bed, and though my neck hurt I was able to walk and move around. They bathed me and helped me dress up for the day.

Before finally serving me breakfast. It consisted of soup, bread, and some tea.

"We brought you food that would be easier on your injured neck," one of the servants explained. 

"And also, Your Highness, His Majesty the King says you may rest for the day and so he canceled the tea you were scheduled to have with him this morning," One of the servants informed me as I slowly ate.

"I see," I slowly answered in a hoarse voice.

"Isn't the King going to come see me?" I asked curiously. Considering I was his stepsister, wasn't he going to check up on me?

"He already did Your Highness, While you were asleep His Majesty visited you."

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Viktor came to see me already? I shivered at the thought that the tyrant had seen me whilst I was unconscious. Oh I see, I simply

"Yes, he wanted to see how severe your injuries were so he could decide what punishment to give the Commander," The servant continued to explain.

A shiver went down my back at the word punishment. Viktor was merciless when it came to punishments I could only imagine the kind of punishment Aldric would get.

"And what punishment is Aldric going to receive exactly?" I asked.

"His Majesty plans to have his arm removed later this afternoon as punishment for laying his hands on Your Highness."

My eyes widened in horror as I realized Aldric's fate.

I suddenly understood what it meant if I was Kara, that meant Aldric was my husband and so was the man who carried me, Griffith.