The sound of heavy foot steps followed by some anxious voices slowly woke me up. It made me re-think to how long have I been sleeping. I could have estimated for a three or four days. This damned head is painful as I opened my one eye to adjust myself from the bright surroundings.
However, as soon as I opened my eyes, there was my maid staring at me with an utter surprise etched in her face.
"Young Miss? She's finally awake!" She eventually dropped the basin she was holding as she ran outside the door.
"H...." at that point I realized that I do not have energy to speak. My throat is hoarse
I was surprised when a glass of water suddenly appeared right in front of me and there was Jemina sobbing so quietly, "H-here Young Miss, drink this first"
"Wren? Wreeenn dear!"
That voice belongs to my mother. Some says her voice are gentle and calm like the saintess and that is not what I am hearing right now. It sounded like a broken vase.
"Doctor! Call the doctor at once!" She said as soon as she stepped inside the room.
"Y-Yes, Your Grace!" The maid runs outside the room. I hope she doesn't trip on her way. I wish I had that kind of small concern.
For once I want to punch someone or let someone punch me to accept this reality.
Why? Because I fainted just when Im still not half way of the stairs! I can still feel the perfectly polished tiles on the stairs as I reminisce my falling! The cold floor hitting my butt! Thankfully, I only suffered with light bruises besides having a high fever.
Besides, just what the hell is this?! I cannot accept this! Why am I transmigrated in this body?!
Frustration kicks in, I spring from my bed and stare in front of the mirror in a seemingly unfashioned manner. This beauty is really
"Wren! You shouldn't get up like that!"
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(Earlier)
Today is my 4th birthday, The banquet Hall is filled with pretty decorations and many people attended. Most of them are acquintances and friends of my Mother.
Duchess Carina Vacarella, a well-known noble lady from the East. Because this is the first time that my family will show me, no one turned down the invitation.
Im still waiting for Mother here at my room since she promised that we will enter the hall together. My father will be running late since he has a meeting in the Imperial Palace. I pouted at the thought of it.
"We sincerely wish you a Happy Birthday, young miss"
Jemina smiled at me and she turn her gaze behind. It was our Butler, Noland. I noticed his hands behind his back which piqued my interest as I peek behind him. Seems like he intends to hide it from me. He noticed that Im stealing glances at it and Noland had no choice but to show it to me.
"..." I stared at it and looks at up to Noland who was smiling at me. "Each Maid contributed to give you a gift, My lady"
"We even picked the Best for our Lady!" Jemina added, excitedly.
I picked up the box and slowly opened it, revealing a pretty emerald hairpin with small gem in the center.
"Thank you Noland and Jemina!" they both smiled again, I look once again at the hairpin when I saw Mother coming inside the room
Mother is pretty today!
"Mommy!" I hurriedly ran to her and showed the hairpin in my palms.
"Look Mommy! Jemina and Noland gave me this!"
She suddenly went quiet.
"Hmm..." I tilt my head as I wait for her. But then, Noland come forward and he smiled at my mother.
"Don't worry Your Grace. The Stone didn't cost us much"
"But, Noland—"
"Besides Madam! This must be Young Miss Wren's first time seeing a Mana Stone!"
Noland and Jemina stepped in and they were both have a wide smile on their face.
"Jemina..." before Mother finished her sentence, A faint song being played from the hall.
"Your Grace, the Banquet is starting," Noland informed my mother with a smile
"Wren, Let's go dear" Mother picked me up as we walked our way.
"I saw Duke Aurea earlier with Lady Evelyn"
"I don't see the other Vacarella..."
There are many people talking inside that can be heard even far from the door.
"Haiz, It seems like my Sister and Brother arrived..." She looked at me and smiled. "Let's put on the hairpin. Good thing it is emerald"
Mother finished putting it on my hair, opening the door where the Banquet starts.
"Duchess Carina Vacarella and her Daughter Wren Vacarella..."
Mothers' presence silenced the room and everyone's eyes on us that it made me nervous.
"Thank you for coming all the way here for my eldest daughter's 4th birthday. I hope you will enjoy today's banquet" Everyone then clapped their hands.
Mother smiled then walks down the stairs while holding my hands. I followed her down but each step I took feels heavy somehow.
The sweat rolls down from my forehead and the room wasn't that hot... or is it?
"Hot..."
"Wren? Are you alright?" My mother stopped as she caught my mumbling. She looks funny to me right now and why is she at the ceiling?
"Mother... why is everything looks like upside down?" My vision gradually became black as I stumbled on the stairs. I heard my Mother's shout.
"... WREN!"
"Aish! Another stupid heroine!"
"Seriously why is she stuck to that guy huh?!"
The woman in black sound frustrated as she closes the book before slumping down the couch.
Even though I couldn't see her face, I can tell that she was extremely annoyed. I took my time to look around my surroundings.
The room is small and dark and the it was also messy. A light suddenly omitted from a device she's holding; she sobbed.
I'm walking towards her to ask her something, but... what she said scared me with her voice being hoarse and the words that left her mouth.
"If I'm her, I will freaking twist the neck of that 3rd Prince."
I back down. What possibly could I feel about apart from fear? I even understand her foreign language.
"The night of the rebellion..."
I crouched down as I heard a voice in my head. It was pouring like rainfall. Tearing my skull apart, it is painful.
"The Palace blaze in the cold night, fire spreads everywhere. The smell of burning meat and wood wafts in the air followed by the sound of metal clashings, Wailings, and the pleas of civilians and nobles below. Zairon stood there with his bloody sword as he stared at the blazing palace with no emotion in his eyes. All he could think that his plans worked perfectly..."
Images soon flowed in my mind. There is a man with dark blue hair stood in front of the palace while it burns. Suddenly, he looked back and his bloody red eyes made me stagger as I fall down on the ground.
"Morning came and the rebellion finished with the Palace burned to the ground. No other Imperial bloodline has survived the night, as the 3rd Prince ruthlessly killed his family. The only heir to the throne Zairon Sav de Beauvior became the Emperor after the tragic day and known as a Tyrant emperor for years"
Zairon? Isn't that the name of the 3rd prince?
"His Fiancé, Wren Vacarella, died in the hands of the tyrant the very same day he killed his family. He soon annihilated all of the Vacarella bloodline, none spared"
With trembling body I recited every word, coincidentally there is a mirror at the corner. My reflection in the mirror... it is the same—!
I was interrupted by a loud shout and banging on the table.
"This crappy book! Why its title looks like some dreamy romance when they give me nothing but heart ache and pain!"
Startled.
The scene changes. Im in the middle of a bustling city, my eyes squinted at the blinding lights everywhere, gradually adjusting with the brightness and noises around. Everything moves fast while it was crowded.
I look around everything looks foreign and different. But I feel a nostalgic feeling somewhere in my heart.
"Hey Miss! Look Out!"
I spin around and saw a young woman stuck in her place, there is a moving vehicle coming right at her. It's the very same woman in the dark room. She was holding paper bags in her chest while reading something on her device—
Before I knew it, im at her place. The lights in front of me is blinding, but I didn't close nor tore my gaze at it, and then everything hurts and blurry. I can't even hear the voices of other people.
Painful. I couldn't even move my body and it was cold. Right, ever since with the mirror I finally understood that these were my memories in my past life.
---------------------------------------------------
I've been transmigrated here... as Wren Vacarella. The Eldest daughter of Duke Vacarella. Now that I think of it. It must be the time when Wren had an accident during her first two years.
Ha... why am I transmigrated as Dead Heroine? I can accept it if I was a Villainess though since I can still live well.
But this is the first time I read a novel that has a heroine who died at the hands of her beloved. I even possessed that body. What kind of nonsense is that?
"Does anywhere hurt, Young Miss?" I shook my head and answered, "I'm fine."
"Just let her rest for a few days Your Grace."
My mother in this World, Carina Vacarella. The Saintess of Beauvior Empire and the wife of the strongest knight in the Empire.
Carina is described as loving mother, kind hearted and a Beauty. Which is true and that kindness is what will kill her in the future. A murder disguised as a bandit accident when she's on her way back home after visiting her hometown.
"Mother, I heard Wren wake up."
Caesar Vacarella, Wren's older brother. In the future he will be the aide of the 3rd Prince just because he was close with him.
Ha... my older brother will become single until he died. That 3rd Prince how could he do this to my Family? My family has too much Potential to be stars in my world if they were born in my past life.
"Wren are you okay?"
"I'm alright, Brother." I smiled at him when I saw Astreia behind his back. "Astreia was worried."
Seriously, When my Past life memories hasn't been awaken I didn't appreciate their looks. But, damn. Even the young ones took the genes as well.
I should also save these genes from being erased in the history.
"Oh, By the way the 3rd Prince will come later and..."
At the mention of the 3rd Prince, I could feel my heart thump loudly.
"W-Why is his Highness coming?..."
I couldn't see him now like he was a harmless kid when in fact he was the reason I'm going to die in the future!
Caesar looks into me in confusion.
"Wren, you proposed to him and the Imperial Family were thinking about it."
...
'I must hit my past self for putting us in death's door'
I am literally breaking in cold sweat as I tried remembering why did I even did that?!