"Ngah!"
I woke up with a less-than-ladylike groan, well into the day, just two days before the King's Game. I forced my bleary eyes open and rubbed them groggily before dragging myself out of bed. Heading to the bathroom, I caught sight of a disheveled woman in her underwear staring back at me in the mirror, and a bedhead so wild it could qualify as a natural disaster. Needless to say, it was me. I wasn't exactly the epitome of ladylike behavior even in my own world, but ever since finding myself transported to this unfamiliar realm for reasons unknown, my unrefined nature seemed to have been amplified.
"Well, no point in pretending to be a lady now. Too late for that," I muttered, examining my reflection with a resigned sigh. My face wore its usual sullen expression, not because I was particularly downcast, but because that's just how it looked by default.
