What would you do if one fine day, your killer falls in love with you and says_ 'All of the love that you have given out to the wrong people until now.... has finally found its way back to me.'
'!!!'
Now wouldn't I wanna nip such a traitorous 'love' in it's bud!
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Butterfly-like fluttering eyelashes fluttered opened to look at the faint off-white ceiling of an unnervingly gorgeous room.
Beotis's beautiful lashes quivered a little as she opened her eyes to looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. She slowly got up and sat on the wide bed in a comfortable posture while taking in the strange environment around her.
The muddle-headed Beotis was a little stumped when she found herself in an uncomfortably large bed chamber.
Wasn't she on her bed at home the last time when she fell asleep? She frowned at herself, thinking. The room was not only unfamiliar to her; it was also as if she had fallen off the sky out of the blue, and down into this.... room that smelled of infinite luxuries.
She quickly got off the bed and scurried out of the extravagant room, but what greeted Beotis's eyes was even more of a luxurious setting.
The decors of the place made her feel as if she had been transported to a high-end medieval castle. She found herself on the second floor of the mansion and the stairs that took one to the first floor were gilded with golden pattern motifs. A glittering vintage chandelier hung to the ceiling of the deluxe mansion while thick velvet curtains hid the long windows across the walls, just leaving a shy peak of the woods beyond. Dazzling sconces hung to the brilliantly coloured walls like earrings, while two long velvety antique couches stood the opposite sides of each accompanied by a pair of rich bronze wing chairs that stood as sidekicks on the hand-woven rug laid on the first floor of the manor.
There were streams of maids and servants who were going on about their own work while making the entire place alive with mundane movements.
Beotis nervously walked half the stairs of the great hall, perplexed and clueless as to where she was and what was going on.
"My lady! I see you're finally awake." She heard a stranger maid looking up at her and approaching in a hurried manner.
Beotis was clueless as to what was going on, not to mention the fact that this strange maid was in fact addressing her as 'My Lady'.
"Young Miss. It is great that you had waken up earlier than normal today. The young master is finally returning after the great Ronan War today. We should hurry and get you ready for his reception." The maid gabbled and babbled on and on as she dragged a muddled Beotis back to her room to get her ready for the day.
Before long, seventeen year old Beotis Harrison stood shell-shocked in front of a gem-embedded dazzling vintage full-length mirror, staring at her own reflection while looking as though her soul had been sucked out of her flyspeck body.
Her bewildered eyes ogled at the girl in the mirror who looked no more than a tender age of thirteen or fourteen, seeming as if unwilling to believe the sight that presented itself in front of her.
She was so stumped that she didn't seem to notice the several maids who were methodically undressing her like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.
The one who stood before her, staring dead into her eyes from inside the reflective piece of glass did not look the least bit like herself, it was the face of a complete stranger, someone she had never met or seen before.
The girl was damningly pretty, so pretty that she, for a moment thought that she was looking at some Vogue or Victoria's Secret model staring back at her.
She had long chestnut hued hair, with an undertone of golden woven into brown. The gold had melted into the brown, giving it an allure of caramel bronze. Her eyes were a dimly lit counterfeit version of froly pink tint. She had a beautiful heart-shaped face with petal-like plump lips and a small straight nose with an arcing profile. Her skin was as smooth as silk and as tender as tofu.
She was dazzling to say the least, but sadly so, had a gloomy disposition, and she looked every bit the miserable person that she portrayed. Her aura was as gloomy as that of a shadow demon.
And thus, before she could stop herself, Beotis was screaming like a banshee while gaping back at the image in the mirror, utterly in shock.
"Y-Young Miss? W-Wha What is happening to you!?" All the maids surrounding Beotis were taken aback by her bizarre behavior. However, Beotis was not in her right mind at the moment to care about these maids at all.
She wildly dashed to the nearest balcony of her bedroom and looked out of the lavish mansion and for a certain amount of time, stood stunned at the panorama that greeted her eyes.
Where in Heaven's name, was she!!!
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"M-My Lady!?" The young maid beside Beotis tried to shake the stunned Beotis off her stupor. "Are you alright, my lady?"
When Beotis slowly turned around to look back at the bewildered maids around her, she felt her scalp going numb.
".... This... can you tell me... what my name is?" Beotis had no other way of knowing what in Heaven's name was going on with her. She knew she sounded silly, crazy even, but how else was she supposed to figure out what was going on if she didn't ask such ludicrous questions.
"Young Mistress!" The several maids around her gasped when they heard their young mistress's weird enquires. "My lady, are you feeling alright?"
"....N-Now that you mention it, I'm not feeling that well today... Hahaha." Beotis needed time to figure out her situation, and having no plausible excuse to buy more time, she decided to use the ready-made excuse provided to her in a silver platter and suddenly feigned illness, "Ahh! Why does my head hurt all of a sudden! Ahhh!!" And then she collapsed, abruptly losing her consciousness.
"Oh Lord! My lady! Someone, someone quickly call the doctor." And the very next moment, the entire mansion fell into chaos.
Beotis felt a little guilty for causing such a useless ruckus, but this is all she could do at the moment to escape any unwarranted suspicion.
There was this little maid beside her, around the age of twelve or thirteen, and she seemed to be her personal maid, since she kept on sticking to her like a chewing gum glued to her hair.
Beotis was lying on the big queen-sized bed, feigning a full sickly disposition. The young maid stood by the bed, as if guarding a treasure. She looked deeply at the young maid beside her, who looked so very anxious at the moment, and then asked a bit hesitantly, "...Can you tell me your name?"
"Huh!!" The young maid looked very startled at her words.
Beotis bit her lower lip nervously, wondering if she had asked something wrong. All she had meant to ask was the young maid's name, she didn't understand why the girl looked so surprised. Maybe because she was already supposed to know her name? Of course, she was. After all, this maid was supposed to Beotis's personal maid.
"...I... this humble one's name is Gloria, young mistress." The girl replied in a meek voice.
"I see..... may I ask you something?"
"Anything, my lady." She stared at Beotis eagerly.
"Why did you look so surprised when I just asked you your name?" Beotis couldn't help but ask.
"Ah! My lady, well... you have asked this humble one her name. So, I was just a bit taken aback for a moment." She replied in a modest tone.
"How long have you been serving me for?"
"For the past five years, my lady." Was her reply.
"...." Beotis was baffled to say the least. What kind of lady doesn't even bother to discern the name of her personal maid!
"Can you tell me who I am and what my name is?" Beotis still decided to bite the bullet and asked the million-dollar question.
"Ah! My lady is the second young miss of the household of Marquess Lagraine. Your name is Beotis Odilia Lagraine."
Hmm, Beotis Odilia Lagraine..... wait!
BEOTIS ODILIA LAGRAINE!!!! The side character who got her soul sucked out at the starting of the novel 'Give me your flower'!?
Bloody Hell!