I grabbed my tits to make sure, since as Eleanor my bossom wasn't big but medium, while Diana always had a wide and bigger bossom than me, than Sofiya, than the girls here, actually. There was no denying that I definitely became her then, those tits can't be faked, they don't have plastic surgery in her. Magic can't do that yet.
Diana always had the perfect body, the prettiest, but rotten inside, dumb and shallow, which numbed her physical looks to anyone who got closer. Hence why she is unmarried and with no fiance or proposal around, no one actually likes her for as far as I'm concerned, but she's still influential, she navegantes high society like nobody else, way better than Sofiya.
Definitely better than me.
I've been panicking for an hour, until this mad maid barged inside telling me, that I, am dead. Calling me Diana and telling me, that I, am, DEAD, again. I'm dead again.
I've transmigrated again and into Diana. The Diana who bullied the hell out of me, who made a nightmare of my life, who coveted my psycho husband with split personality, a men who... who potentially was the one who killed me. And now they want to input cardiac arrest on me? Are they fucking insane?
Fuck, why did it had to be Diana? I don't want to die again, Maximilianos hates Diana, Nikolai hates Diana, Sofiya is entangle with her but also definitely hates her, which means, I'll potentially die again. I just died for the second time and the heavens had to curse me to be this bitch?
Diana is weak, she's popular and all, but it's a fact that she can't control her elemental wind magic, she's volatile and defenseless. A curse. I must have been cursed for this to happen to me.
And I can't even defend her, she deserves to die. But fuck, I don't, I've died twice, I don't want to die because of all the shit that Diana did. I don't even know how I could possibly clean up for her, I don't think there's a way to do that at all, and too many people want her dead, way more than just the three remaining psycho leads of the novel.
Should I run away? Is that my only option? Does she even has money hidden for me to do that, or did she waste it all with shopping and stupid things that mean nothing in life and survival? Is she hated and mistreated by her family?
There's no way to clean her life.
"...Lady Diana?" The maid asked again.
I clenched my jaw, unable to control my tears, "When did she die exactly?"
"Two hours ago," she swallowed.
Two hours ago? What the hell? That makes no sense, unless... unless the real Diana got swapped with me. But how the how would that even happen when she's definitely not powerful or skilled enough to learn and master soul magic? Did someone swap our souls like Thalia swapped her with Sofiya? But why?
How would they even do that? Only Sofiya had this forbidden ability in the novel, as in, around this circle of people that Diana and I as Eleanor belonged to, and she would never do that for me, at all, especially not when one can only swap souls, theirs or someone else's, once in a lifetime and she already used that ticket years ago. It makes no sense.
Maximilianos loathes this kind of magic, he would never be okay with the use of it.
But if I woke up as Diana an hour ago, and I had been unconscious for a whole week, what are the chances that someone would swap our souls? Did... did Diana herself found a way to do this because of her obsession with Max?
No, damn it. That can't be. There's no way.
Diana Le Noir was too dumb to do this.
"...Diana?" The maid called me again, worried.
"Yes?" I turned to her, frustrated.
"Will you attend the funeral?" She asked.
Should I attend my own funeral? Isn't that fucked up enough? I attended my four grandparents, my parents, my two siblings, and my aunt's funerals, plus some whatever nobles I had to attend as the Duchess. Now I'll be forsaken to attend my own?
What kind of sick joke is this?
"Why... are you staring at the ceiling, my Lady?"
I clenched my jaw and looked back at her, "What is your name?"
She paled, "W-what?"
"I hit my head before falling asleep, my memories are a bit messy right now about a few things. So, what is your name?" I narrowed my eyes, channeling my intimidating Diana look, not to look so damn suspicious, after all, soul swapping may be bloody forbidden but it is a thing in this world, people could get suspicious.
I won't be acting like Diana tho, I don't want to shorten my lifespan again. She's caused trouble enough for me to deal with, now that she probably died in my body, if I'm not wrong.
"I am Mary-Tegan, my Lady."
"Mary Tegan or Mary-Tegan? Is Tegan a compound name with Mary or your last name?" I arched my eyebrow.
"Mary, hyphen, Tegan. Mary-Tegan, it's a compound name, yes. My full name is Mary-Tegan Beddoe, my Lady. Should I call your healer? Is your head in pain? Is that why you were crying?" She asked, anxious.
"Yes," I improvised, "it hurts," then I caressed the back of my... new skull, "it hurts a lot. Is there a medicine?" I mean, I am having a horrible headache for all that matters.
"Oh, Gods, you really hit your head, my Lady," she cried. "I'll call mage Arwel Mair, he'll help."
Then the slander and tall maid ran out of my chambers. Moving my hand to use Diana's famous wind magic to close the doors, able to control it better than she did, since it was famous exactly because of how incapable of using it right she was, I turned to the mirror again, glaring, then I held my new face with my two hands.
"Why are you so insufferably pretty?" I groaned. "Fuck, Diana, you stupid bitch," I grabbed the roots of my new black hair, frustrated. "I went from cinnamon red-ish hair, to blonde, to black hair," I cried under my breath. "From dark green eyes, to amethyst, to golden as actual molten gold," I passed my fingers through my scalp softly this time, since again, I am having a headache.
I feel like Aria Stark.
No one.
The feeling is that I'm losing my real identity after taking over my third body, my third persona, my third name. I was Alina, then I became Eleanor, now I'm Diana. I died twice to men I was involved with, that's signal enough that I should not get involved with nobody this time, definitely not as Diana, given how hated she is... now, I am.