"Ugh, I'm so bored—!" I stopped myself from whining when I imagine my manager making that face, "Oh you're bored Hana? Hehehe." And then as if cue he will be handing me out documents to process.
Its my usual Sunday morning, groggy personality. When I open the fridge, there's only 2 things in here, bottled water and canned alcohol. "Jesus, I thought there will be only alcohol in here."
I drink alcohol as if its water, maybe its because I came from a long line alcoholic family, this is normal. At least that's what I tell myself.
I went to the couch and lay, "La la la la la. I'll be reading another episode!"
I've been reading this novel, "Star and the Crown Prince," I'm a massive fan of reincarnation-historical-fantasy-romance light novels. I probably read every piece of this genre. I started to develop a habit of reading and judging every single character.
"What?! No, no, no! That doesn't make sense!"
'Celeste, the Villainess, died. She's literally my favorite character! She's rich. She's smart. She's beautiful! She even have the Duke who is deeply caring! Why did she have to die? An execution?!'
I turn off my phone and sipped another drink.
"This sucks." When I looked at the window, it is already sunset. "Why did the author write so vain main characters and killed my favorite Villainess?"
"If I ever reincarnated as a Villainess, I'll make sure to win everyone's heart because of my pretty face, and splurge all the money I have!"
That's last night. I remember falling asleep on my couch and when I wake up...
"Aahhh!"
'Wha—why am—where?!'
I went to see myself in a mirror.
[Lady Celeste of Rosenfield stood as a striking figure of elegance and authority. Her hair, a deep black that shimmered with hints of purple in the sunlight, cascaded down her back in lustrous waves. This unique bluish-purple hue caught the eye, adding a mysterious allure to her presence. Her skin, as smooth and pale as fine porcelain, seemed to glow with an almost ethereal light, enhancing the air of regality that surrounded her.]
As if the narration of how I look played in my head. 'No, no, no! I have a due paper tomorrow, if I don't pitch it in, my manager would be all grumpy and get angry with me! I can not lose my job?!'
I slapped both of my cheeks as many as I can, and then, he came and hold my wrists to prevent myself from another slap.
"Lady Celeste!"
[Sir Zeke, the esteemed butler of the Rosenfield household, was a figure of impeccable elegance and sharp intellect. His hair, a striking silver that gleamed like polished moonlight, framed his face in neat, well-kept strands. A single monocle perched on the bridge of his nose added to his distinguished appearance, glinting in the light and emphasizing his keen, discerning gaze.His eyes, a deep and vivid shade of red, stood out against his pale complexion, lending him an air of both mystery and intensity. These eyes, sharp and observant, missed nothing, and their penetrating gaze often made those around him feel as though their innermost thoughts were being meticulously analyzed.Dressed in a tailored black suit that highlighted his slender yet sturdy frame, Sir Zeke exuded a sense of refined sophistication. Every aspect of his appearance, from his polished shoes to his perfectly tied cravat, spoke of meticulous attention to detail and an unwavering commitment to excellence.]
"Sir... Zeke."
'He looks way more handsome than the novel lead on! And I am right in front of him! The most handsome butler in the entire kingdom! My Zeke! Aaahhh! If this is a dream I don't care if I lose my job, waah!'
"Lady Celeste, are you alright?" He let go of my wrists, and brought me back to reality. "Bring the Lady some water, and prepare baths. She must get ready." He helped me to stand up and bowed.
"Wha—wait."
"Yes, Lady Celeste?"
"What is happening? I... I am not Celeste. I am Hana. This must be some kind of joke. Transmigration isn't a thing isn't it? I mean, why am I here? I'm just drinking alcohol, and then. Oh maybe this is a side effect of drinking so much! Yeah, yeah."
I didn't notice that Sir Zeke told the servants to go out.
"I. I must be. Because. This. Hahaha."
"Lady Celeste, are you alright?"
"No. I..."
"That must be the nerves, after all, it is your wedding day."
[The wedding was an event of unparalleled magnificence, destined to be remembered as the grandest celebration the kingdom had ever witnessed. The ceremony took place in the opulent Grand Cathedral of Astoria, its towering spires and intricate stained glass windows casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the assembled guests.]
"That's today?"
For half a day, the servants helped me out with every nook of hair, and every piece of dress and jewelry I needed to have.
On the way to the Grand Cathedral, I only have one thing in mind.
'How do I escape this?!'
Striking bluish-purple, styled in an elaborate updo with tendrils framing her face and cascading down at the back. Tiara of diamonds and amethysts, glitterking like stars are crowned in her head completing the regal ensemble.
As I walk down the aisle, collective gasp of admiration swept through the crowd, and down the alter the he stood tall and fair.
[Crown Prince of Astoria Kingdom, Alexander. His broad shoulders, well-defined physique, and impeccably groomed chestnut hair. His piercing azure eyes, high cheekbones, and strong jawline enhanced his classical handsomeness. Dressed in a deep navy uniform with gold embroidery and a royal blue sash, he exuded nobility and power. His polished boots and ceremonial sword completed his look as a noble warrior and future king, commanding respect and admiration from all who beheld him.]
The High Priest commanded everybody to seat down, and there I was face to face with Alexander.
The High Priest started the ceremony. "Alexander, Crown Prince of Astoria, and Celeste of Rosenfield, you stand before the gods and the people of this realm today. "
"Alexander, Crown Prince of Astoria, and Celeste of Rosenfield, you may now say 'I do.'"
Alexander said, "I do."
'How can he vow to be with me? In this religious sacremony as if it's nothing?! As if the love of his life is no more than few meters away watching?'
"Lady Celeste?" The High Priest asked.
"I..." Meeting Alexander's eyes, his brows burrowed. "I..." The nobles started to chatter, and then I saw the Duke and Sir Zeke, as if they are watching a horror and not want to look but can't seem to look away. "I..."
"Celeste." Alexander quietly murmur, "What are you doing?"
"I can't do this. I don't want to marry you, not anymore."