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"So it's really all come to this." I think as I lay on the cold ground. Who would have thought that the concrete on which we all walk could be so cold. The sharp pain in my side reminds me that there are more important things to worry about.

A hit an run incident is not so uncommon that I don't expect it, but for it to happen to me? If you had told me 2 seconds before? I would not have believed you in the slightest. Why should I have? I wore my lucky shoes, lucky umbrella, and my lucky jacket with all 9 of it's gilded buttons neatly stacked above the other. I had no reason to expect this. Well, it's a moot point now. I close my eyes in exhaustion and the world goes into the darkest black I have ever known.

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"My lady?"

That voice is not a voice I know.

"My lady? It is morning."

For the first time since I fell into this sleep I wake up. My body is soaked in sweat so I am forced to peel the satin sheets off of my bare legs.

Bare? Why are my legs bare? And since when could I, a poor Uni student afford satin sheets?

I rubbed my eyes frantically willing myself to wake up. I look at my legs and they are bare only because they are protruding from the bottom opening of a glorious nightgown. You know the ones you would see at a department store that look like you could wear them to a red carpet event? That is exactly what I was wearing at this moment. It is a soft fabriced dress, dyed a dark rich purple that appears to be cut just under the knee. Why am I wearing this, what the hell?

"My lady? Are you alright?" the unfamiliar voice says again. In my confusion I forgot that I had even heard her in the first place. I glance upward and finally am able to behold the room. This is not the hospital. The room is grandly decorated with furniture that could be from centuries ago. HHHHHHHH Where was I!? I finally decide to spare the woman who kept calling me "my lady" some of my short attention span.

This place keeps getting weirder. She's dressed as a maid! Is it some sort of fetish play??I heard about how some of my friends had done this sort of thing to pay for University, like selling their feet pictures. Am I going to be dragged into this? I let out a scream. The maid cosplayer takes a step back in shock.

I take the chance to grab whatever is closest to me. It is a pillow but it's the best damn shot I've got at looking threatening. I hold the pillow up.

"W-who are you... I don't have any plans of selling my b-body" I say, fully aware that my hands are quivering.

The maid burst into tears and rushes over swallowing me in a tender embrace. She smells really good, like, reeeaaally good. She begins to speak and I snap out of it.

"Oh my poor lady!" She sobs "You've been sick for the past week! The doctor mentioned you might end up with amnesia! But I never thought..." I cut her off as I push her away.

Isn't this a little too convenient? I've read this kind of thing before, you know. In comics! This doesn't happen to normal people! Was that hit and run really just a dream or did I get kickflipped into some other world? First things first, I decide to find out my name while pretending to have amnesia.

"Uh, I may have really gotten amnesia..." I touch my head dramatically and the maid cosplayer continues to sob. "I.. don't even remember my name..." From past life or dream knowledge or whatever, I've mastered the deredere crying pose. Tenderly placing my finger to my lip with my eyes upturned. The maid cosplayer finally dries her eyes off.

"My lady you really don't know?" she asks.

Widening my eyes to make them dry enough to begin to tear, pouting my bottom lip out more I respond "Not at all.. I have no recollection of anything." She grasps my hands firmly not allowing me to shake her off this time.

"You are Lady Letizia Shreve! Consort to First Prince Monte of the Greenfair Kingdom"

Letizia Shreve rings a bell. In fact it's the only familiar thing I've heard since waking up.

Letizia Shreve, Letizia Shreve, Letizia....

"HOLY F*CK!" I exclaim out loud. I must be going crazy! Something like this can't happen.

Letizia Shreve is a character from a novel I read with my University friend. I knew something was up but this! My next life is a character from a novel!? That's not even a funny joke!

What's even worse is that shes from a novel with the same premise. The kind where a girl is reborn as the Villainess and the original protagonist is deemed evil. The only problem is, is that I am Letizia. The protagonist of the story that the Villainess is reincarnated into (I am the real antagonist). The eventual end for me? I am cast to the side as the two main characters, the original villainess and the prince, live happily ever after.

I don't want to be cast aside as some forgotten woman!

I slump on the ground because now, it's my turn to cry. What a rotten fate!