You looked at the mirror combing your
hair into a bun , your reflection not
diverging much from your real self.
Every morning you use to comb your
hair and get ready for school, just like
other normal days until a school bus
decided to wack you making you end
up in this… this stupid novel world…
Why did I even get reincarnated when I
didn't even ask for it??
You were never a fan of reincarnation
fanfics to begin with since you knew
it induced only a sense of temporary
happiness by removing yourself from
your miserable life or so you thought.
But once entering an actual story there
was no doubt it wasn't true.
It sucked.
You were current in a yandere fic of
a mediaeval era in which a few male
protagonist starts simping over a
female protagonist and then a villain
or villainess enters making the story
intense, the male protagonist kills
them off for good and shows middle
finger to the other male protagonist
with a face saying "Nice try suckers!
But the heroine belongs to me" And
then they have a happy and serene
ending.
Honestly you hated that ending. But
you were a little bit at peace knowing
the more cliché the story, the better
because then you could escape all
the ways another person becomes a
yandere over you. You would rather
die than have someone simping over
you but when you looked into the
mirror you…gave an unimpressed
look giving a poker face to yourself.
Honestly, let alone someone to become
yandere for you, who would even
like you in the first place when there
are so many drop dead gorgeous girls
around? Girls who didn't even know
the meaning of skin care yet their skin
was flawless and hair silkier than
actual silk? Haha no way someone
would not even spare a glance over
you when such people existed . Plus
even your fashion taste for this era
sucked and you weren't even that
charismatic to begin with.
You were just a normal high school.
Just someone who wouldn't give a fuck
about anything or anyone and would
rather agree to be left alone in their
room rather than attending a ball full
of drop dead gorgeous and handsome
people.
Anyways you were at peace in
the novel since you weren't going
to interact with any of the male
protagonists. You were a cleaning
maid and a minor cook in the palace
and that didn't need you to come
face to face or interact with any male
protagonist which was quite a relief.
Also you were quite happy with it,
knowing you weren't even a side
character of a side character. Meaning
the rest of your life would be peaceful.
The thought was enough to let you be
at peace but it was a mediaeval era and
that meant people still had their bloody
backward mindset over women and
if that wasn't enough, there were still
pretty huge chances a war could break
out between the neighboring kingdoms
or a sorcerer would attack the king out
of the blue leaving the rest of the world
in chaos and misery.
Your train of thoughts were broken
by a familiar voice of a female. "Y/n!
Hurry up or Lady Martha will have our
head again! »
"I'm coming! Just a few seconds! " You
yelled out a reply, gathering the few
belongings which were needed in the
palace.
Rooney was just a side character like
you, who happened to live with you
in a cottage near the farm. Sounds
cliché? Good, because the farther from
the palace and city, the better chances
of not stumbling with a yandere
character. In the story, it seemed
like Rooney was your character's best
friend. She didn't have a significant
role in the story aside from cleaning
and baking just like you. There were
only few mentions in the plot where
the Prince , named Zarina called her
out to clean his room or just ordered
her to do some menial work.
Prince Izarin on the other hand is a
whole different story. You know how
there's this cold asshole or grumpy
character who threw a fit over menial
things and yet was named as the crown
prince? Yeah he was that character…
Not much cold though, just a bit more
towards the childish side. He was in
fact one of the male protagonists for
the female lead.
"Y/n! The horsemen are here! How
long are you going to take seriously?
" " Rooney called out again, this time in
a much annoyed tone. You sighed and
finally walked downstairs from your
room only to find her already sitting in
the carriage.
Realising how late it had been, you
quickly grabbed a piece of loaf the
granny had baked a few minutes ago.
"Dear y/n, you need to have a proper
breakfast otherwise you will starve
yourself" Granny Liz advised looking
over your petite figure.
"Don't worry Gran, I will grab
something to get in the Royal kitchen! "
"Take care of yourself! If you don't, no
handsome man will ask your hand in
marriage! "
You cringed real hard over her words"I
don't care about that anyway! Bye
Grandma, see you in the evening! " you
chirped as you dashed outside, finally
departing the wooden cottage. The old
lady audibly sighed over your reply
before proceeding to bake another
batch of fresh bread.
You jumped over inside the carriage,
panting and sweating as Rooney shot
you a judgemental look over your
tomboyish ways.
"What? " you snapped, irritated over
how judgemental the people of this era
were.
"Nothing" she replied bitterly before
looking out of the window.
The carriage started moving as the
horsemen whipped the horses to run
and the rest of the journey was filled
with awkward silence between the two
of you.
"Carriage rides are definitely not my
thing" you groaned, stepping out of the
carriage, a hand over your back trying
to soothe the pain that was blooming
from the rocky ridge.
A mild feeling of
nauseousness loomed in your stomach
making you a little uneasy.
The people of this era ride horses as if
it's a race car! Heck, even a race car is
better than this stupid carriage! you
grunted internally.
"Y/n, manners! " Rooney, hissed,
swatting your hand , urging you to
maintain a graceful posture since you
were in the palace. To your surprise,
the female didn't show any signs of
disconcert of the journey as if it didn't
bother her at all.
You squinted her a dubious look before
mumbling "Fine, "
You walked through the back door
where the Royal kitchen layed. Your
mouth visually watered as you entered
the vast room, the delicious smell of
delicious food lingering in the air.
You felt disappointed knowing the
food wasn't for you. That was one of
the disappointments you felt in this
world. You couldn't even afford such
food since you were only a maid and
the Head Maid didn't pay you enough
wages for your menial job.