Age: 5
My head was splitting due to a headache. My eyes burned when I tried to open them, but the disoriented voices refused to silence themselves. Why was everyone so loud? "...shhh..." She tried to silence them. It worked. The room went silent, as I tried to find my peace, but it refused to return. Instead the headache got worse. A biting pain in my frontal lobe. It started to burn until a soft whimper escaped from my tightly shut lips. Why was it hurting so badly?
As my head felt like it was going to burst... Then it hit. Slowly at first and then all at once. Memories of being me and memories of being her... or now, both. Memories of my past life andmemories of being five year old Rosalia De Vermillion. The only daughter and only child of Duke Venice De Vermillion and Duchess Catherine Q Vermillion. And also... memories of this world being an exact replica of the otome game I played before I died in my past life. "Love in the Academy: Doki Doki Paradise" I am the spoiled and wicked villainess Rosalia. Rich, powerful, overbearing, beautiful, and evil.
Yet I am not Rosalia from a video game. This is reality. I can feel pain, cry, laugh... people can die and others are born. I am Rosalia but I am obviously not a five year old child. I lived to be in my late thirties before I finally passed away due to a successful experiment.
I was a scientist. A renowned creator of drugs for my country's medical system. I could make an antidote for every poison known to man! I was also immune to every poison known to man until i created one a perfect poision.... and I decided to make myself the first human test subject. It was clearly not enough for my selfish satisfaction to only test it on rats and mice. On a bright note, it worked. My heart stopped and I immediately went into cardiac arrest. On a less than bright note... I died. I was clearly too selfish and greedy, and the fact that no guilt hit my consciousness is another reason to worry. I was truly a terrible woman... but now?
I have a second chance! Otome game aside... and the fact that I die in every capture target's route aside... I wish to live! Rosalia in the game was a failure as a daughter. She was not intelligent, selfish, overly spoiled, and unmotivated. She was, in a sense, an idiot. Yet I will look fate in the eye and smile! I have been given a second chance. To learn and to complete my unfinished goal of falling in love. Yes. Rose. once thirty six and now turned five, wants to fall inlove! I was unattractive in my last life, but i believe from my fuzzy memories that Rosalia was pretty? Now i can't remember. How annoying!
I'm off topic now. I begin to begrudgingly open my eyes. I could feel long and thick lashes flutter open as I stared up at a very pink ceiling? No, it was part of the canopy bed, and now that I took notice, this was an enormous bed! I looked around to see a sobbing woman, likely in her early twenties in a maid uniform, kneeling beside the bed. She had… blue hair... it was short and styled in a neat bob just above her tiny shoulders. I looked around the room, as much as I could from the pillows where my head lay. This room was Victorian style, much like the entire game was. It was also... entirely light baby pink. As expected of Rosalia! It was also completely unaffordable for a commoner like me in my past life. This was amusing... and my headache had passed.
The maid's name was Angie. She was nineteen, and the sixth daughter from a small baron family's fief. It was normal for lower nobles with multiple family members to serve upper class nobles to avoid becoming a burden on their family. The Vermillion residence was well known to treat their servants with respect and kindness. The current Rosalia was no different, a sweet but slightly aloof child still. Angie was kind, clumsy, and absolutely adorable. I was thankfully still at the cute age of five, so my wickedness hadn't sprung yet. It would occur, if my memory is correct from the game, after I am engaged to the prince on my sixth birthday. Amusing... I am uninterested in children so I do not feel myself likely to fall in love until far later in life. I become wicked after the prince and my engagement due to all the attention I receive. I get even more spoiled and self conceited, likely stemmed from my parent's over exaggerated love. Coupled with the cold treatment I received from the prince, I went overboard in my attempts to capture his heart. "Angie... why are you crying?" I softly spoke to the still sobbing child. I gently reached out to softly brush the top of her head.
She jerks up, startling me slightly "Ojou-sama!!! You're alive!" She cried out. of course I am alive! Nothing can kill me! Except... my own poison... that's different. I would consider that a death in the name of science! Does this make me a mad scientist? I couldn't think any longer before I am crushed in a deep hug. Angie's large breasts threatening to suffocate me. "...c...ca...can't breath!"