She stared at herself in a dress in the body mirror. Her body may have been there but her soul and thoughts had completely wandered. What was really going on
Who owned the body she was in,she wanted to grip her hair out of frustration
She really didn't get it. She couldn't put anything for this to make sense to her. She would've thought it was impossible if it didn't happen to her
Her new plan was to go meet the queen, get back into the room and die again. Whatever or whoever was messing with her mind it was gonna stop
This whole bullshit was gonna come to an end
"Owww…too tight too tight"The maids jerked her out of her thoughts when they tightened her corset. What were they trying to do, squeeze her organs out !
She didn't even know why she was obeying them by wearing this stupid dress. It was too tight in her stomach area she was sure she couldn't even sit with this thing on. It was so uncomfortable
"Is this better your highness?" They asked after loosening it and she heaved a sigh of frustration then ran her hands through her, happy that she already cut the unnecessary long hair
"Don't you have anything shorter?" She stared at her dress height and shook her head in disapproval. Layla and belle gave eachother a stare in unison and then turned to focus on her dress. Was she really this sick!
"You're so pretty your highness"Layla gushed staring at her from the mirror and belle rolled her eyes. Such an hypocrite
Presley pursed her lips staring at herself . She did look beautiful in that royal blue maxi dress, her silver heels could not be seen because of dress covering her legs. Her skin was so flawless and was glowing. She even had the curves worth drooling for. Her unique eyes and that pink hair. Such a weird combo yet she looked so ravishing.
Her dad would have called her 'a dog's dinner'. A small smile appeared on her face but it instantly settled when she remembered
This wasn't her body
"Your gloves your highness" belle snapped her back to reality and she nodded "ah yes"
They adorned her gloves with some knuckles rings and her neck with an amazing pendant.
"We should go now" belle spoke and she nodded again still not wanting to take her eyes of herself. She had never felt so beautiful in her entire life. The only time she was this satisfied with her looks was before the incident that caused her trauma happened.
"Please lead the way" she faked a smile at them.
Standing in front of a huge door, Presley's heart raced for no reason at all. She didn't know why she was suddenly anxious. As if something big was waiting for her behind those closed doors. She closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh ready for whatever was waiting for her. Even if it was all hard to believe, it didn't look fake at all so she had to figure out what was happening
The door flew open and it suddenly felt like she was the centre of attention…her eyes were still closed very tight and swallowed. What should she do now. It seemed like they were a lot of eyes watching her and because of that she was afraid to open her eyes.
She took a peek with one eye but before she could even see a thing an hard slap hit her cheek turning her head sideways immediately. No one dared to gasp or say a word and silence reigned in the dining hall. The king touched his temple mad at it wife for what she was displaying in front of their guests. Why did she have to embarrass their daughter in the midst of her future husband
"How dare you Myra , disappoint me like this by taking away your own-" A slap hit the queen's face and this time there was alot of gasps
Presley glared at the queen with a rising chest and the queen glared daggers at her too
How dare she raise her hand and hit her own mother
This was unbelievable
The audacity
If she was a commoner she would have been a goner by now
"PRINCESS MYRA!!!!" The king bellowed and she instantly threw a glare at him
"Oh don't give me that bullshit…I am not the princess" looks like she already forgot about the observe stuff
Don't blame her she completely lost it. How dare this stranger lay her hand on her
The nerve !!!
The queen was still in a trance and stood frozen there with her lips slightly twitching. Was she just embarrassed in the presence of another royal family
"Myra!!!"The king addressed her informally so she could come back to her senses.
"Who the fuck is Myra?" She screamed and he gasped in disbelief. "Lay that stupid hand on me one more time and I swear on my father's grave you'll regret it" she turned to the queen, her eyes blazing with nothing but pure anger
No words could be heard from the king anymore when he heard what she said 'her father's grave' ? When did he die !
"Seize her"the queen finally spoke staring directly into her soul but unfortunately Myra wasn't has terrified as she always was
"Seize me?"she raised a brow. What was this …a movie??. She burst into a loud laughter and everyone stared at her like she was some weird maniac. Seize her ?? What were they going to do next , slaughter her !!
Great!! She wanted to die anyways
"Kill me…just kill me, I wanna die anyways"she acclaimed
"What?" The queen whispered now feeling a little guilty for some reason.
"We have to go now your highness"belle whispered leading her out of the door and Layla followed
"Layla…you stay" commanded the queen and she obeyed
"Yes your majesty" she bowed
"Did you see that?"the queen bellowed when Presley left their sight and the king sighed,at least she didn't consider her as dead
"Layla explain to me,was there anything wrong with Myra before she came here" he asked and she nodded almost instantly
"She's been acting off ever since she woke up earlier today,she doesn't remember any of us your majesty…Infact I don't think she herself knows who she is, I think she is ill your majesty" Layla explained backing up Presley so the queen wouldn't have to punish her
"Are you implying that she has Amnesia?" He reasoned and Layla gave the queen a side eye before nodding a yes
"Are you hearing that?our daughter is sick and none of us went to check on her as parents. We are too busy trying to arrange a marriage for her" the queen rolled her eyes at his words, she knew Presley more than herself. At least that's what she thought. She was probably pretending. That brat ! How could she hit her own mother. There was no way out of this for her. She was gonna punish her mercilessly.
"So are you saying I shouldn't punish her!" Obviously she was really mad and embarrassed
"You shouldn't have hit your daughter when she is suicidal" she just woke up since a few weeks ago and the first thing she did was to hit her
Unbelievable
"Are you implying that it was right of her to hit the queen back !!!"
A voice of someone clearing their throat sounded out and broke their argument then they both noticed that their guest had been seated there all this while