I glance at the man for a moment, then he disappears into thin air.
Oh, I'm all alone again.
I close my eyes and lay back down. Resting my head against the pillow, I begin to drift off into sleep. It's dark and peaceful, but that doesn't bother me. I simply need to wait until I wake up in my other life.
...
"...lady? Milady?"
What?
"Milady, are you awake?"
Who the hell is 'milady'?
"Milady..."
What the hell?
I open my eyes and, sitting up, I look around the room. The unfamiliar surroundings tell me all that I need to know. I'm dead.
"My...my lady!" the girl in front of me shouts.
"Huh?"
"How are you?"
"What do you mean?"
The young girl looks up at me from the bedside. She's clearly sporting some sort of maid costume. Maybe the person who's body I've possessed is kinky?
"After dinner you said you were feeling unwell so you went to rest and now you've been asleep for three days."
I decide to play along with the maid.
"Alright, so where am I?"
"In your room milady."
"Okay, good," I trail off thinking about what else to ask her. "Ah ha!"
"Yes milady?" she nervously replies.
"What year is it?"
"Um its year 817 of the Kyzer Empire."
"Hm, okay, okay..." I mumble.
So that wack job sent me to some forgiven fantasy land. He could've at least told me a bit about the person I was going to become. Although to be fair I also didn't ask either.
Well it's not my fault, I was the one on their deathbed, so he should have had the courtesy to do at least that. Stupid Devil.
"And who am I...?"
"Milady?"
"Well, are you going to answer the question or not?"
Was this girl some sort of push over?
"Ah, yes," she replies very flustered. "You are Lady Anastasia Nikola Breslyn the fifth child, second daughter, of Marquis Breslyn."
"Very good, now what about you?"
"I am Grace my lady, Grace Mille. I am your ladyship's maid," she says gracefully bowing.
"Oh, okay."
How interesting. I have a maid, and I'm the daughter of a Marquis. They're the ones ranked under Dukes, right? The extensive knowledge I gained from reading way too many web novels and comics whilst I was hospitalized and on bed rest will come to use here.
Ahh, what the hell. I'll just ask the Devil later. Where could he be right now, I'd really like to know what's going on.
"My lady?"
Grace interrupts my thoughts just as they begin to venture towards the balcony outside.
"I'd like to go outside for a breath of fresh air."
"But miss it's still very early–"
"Now, please."
"Yes milady."
She walks off towards an elaborate wardrobe across the room. As she opens it up and begins to fish around, I get out of the bed and begin to look at my surroundings.
The room is quite large for a bedroom, it even has a small sitting area with couches and a table. The curtains are thin, but dark so the light would just barely leak in. The entire room doesn't really fit the idea of what a young noble girls room would look like. I thought that it would be all pastels and peppy, but instead it seems mature and almost dark. Even so, there's no doubt at all that this girl and her family are very rich.
The maid returns from the wardrobe with a dark green shawl lined with beautiful golden leaves. She gently drapes it over my body and the off-white nightgown I am wearing. I smile, this suits my tastes, except I'd rather just sleep in a t-shirt and nothing else. People who wear pants to bed or sleep in nightgowns confuse me.
Just use a blanket dumb ass!
"Milady," Grace calls out to me and I notice that she has opened the window to the balcony.
"Thank you Grace, you may take your leave."
"Yes milady."
"Ah, but don't tell anyone I am awake yet, and tell the cook to prepare something light then bring it up to me while the family is eating."
"Yes milady."
She walks out of the room, shutting the beautiful wooden and carved door behind her. The golden doorknob is shining in the early morning sunlight that is nearly peeking over the horizon. I walk out onto the balcony and lean against the railing.
From here I can see most of the front part of the Estate. My room is located about two or three stories up from the ground. In front of me seems to be a lavish garden and some sort of fountain, but in the dim morning lighting I can't see too many details about it.
To my left, and located somewhere partially behind the huge mansion is what looks like a training ground of sorts. I can see lights coming from the ground floor near the back, it must be where the servants of this Estate are, it makes sense that they're up now, that's at least if I'm correct in what I remember from all of those British historical soap operas my parents watched with me when I was a teen.
To my far right I can see the shape of a grand entrance staircase that must lead to the front door. It must be one hell of a greeting hall. I wonder if it's anything like the castles I visited when I lived in Great Britain. Probably not.
This world is completely different from my old one, I suppose that I will have to adjust to it, and quickly too. The Kyzer Empire is a place that clearly is still under a monarchical rule, unlike America and its democratic republic government. Although if you think about it, we did have some "holier than thou" leaders who behaved as if they had Divine right.
"Argh!" I groan as I collapse onto the hard floor of the balcony. Why the hell couldn't he have told me anything about this. I mean seriously, I know nothing about this body, the people in it, their laws, I mean I'm literally diving in blind here!
"How can I make someone fall in love with me if I don't even know who the hell I am or what I'm doing! You stupid Devil," whose name I am just realizing now that I do not know, "what is the point of this if I don't know what to do?"
Dammit he's giving me a headache. I close my eyes. Then rapping my shall tighter around me, I lean my head against the railing of the balcony. I really can't think right now, I wish I could play the piano.
"Well you could always ask for help. And if you want to play the piano, there's one downstairs just waiting to have a use," a voice calls out to me.
I open my eyes and scream.
"A pervert!"