Hey everyone, I'm a month-old baby with the mind of a 20-year-old, and my name is Cordelia Louise Mary Natra. Yeah, I know—sounds wild, right? But that's my life now, and let me tell you, it's been an interesting time so far.
Here's what I've gathered by eavesdropping on the people around me. Surprisingly, I can understand them even though they're not speaking a language I recognize. Why? How? Honestly, I have no idea. Meh, who cares. I've got bigger things to worry about—like figuring out why I've been reincarnated as a princess in some medieval fantasy land straight out of a novel. Anyway, here's what I've pieced together so far:
First off, apparently, I'm the daughter of a king. So, yay! I'm a princess now, complete with all the fancy titles and potential drama that comes with it. Cool, right? At least it sounds cool.
But wait, there's more. Turns out, I'm not just any princess; I'm the daughter of the king's most favored queen. Yeah, that little detail's been dropped in every conversation around me—"favored queen this," "favored queen that." It's like the entire kingdom's obsessed with ranking these women.
Here's where it gets even juicier. My dear old dad, the king—aka my father, the guy who supposedly runs this place—has five wives.
Yep, five queens. And if that wasn't chaotic enough, all of them gave birth to daughters on the same exact date. I mean, what are the odds? Imagine five queens in labor at the same time.
Honestly, I feel bad for the royal medical team. That must've been a day to remember—or forget, depending on how stressful it got.
And get this: I'm the youngest of the bunch. Of course, I am. There's always gotta be a youngest sibling trope, right? But here's where things start to get weird—there's some ancient prophecy or something about the five princesses. Apparently, we're all destined to lead the kingdom to prosperity together. Yep, you read that right. Together.
Like we're some magical sister squad with the power to save the world or something. I'm still processing that, but okay, sure. Why not?
Anyway, the kingdom's got this plan to raise us five princesses together, all cozy and sisterly, so we can get along and foster goodwill and all that nonsense. Sounds nice on paper, right?
Except, I overheard that the five queens—our mothers—don't exactly get along. At all. So, you can imagine how awkward this whole "sisterhood" thing is probably going to be when the people raising us are throwing shade at each other 24/7.
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So here I am, a 2-month-old princess, lying next to four other 2-month-old princesses who are older than me by just a few measly hours. How lucky am I? Their names, by the way, are:
1st Princess: Elanor Louise Mary Natra
2nd Princess: Alice Louise Mary Natra
3rd Princess: Dorothy Louise Mary Natra
4th Princess: Iris Louise Mary Natra
Notice something? Yeah, our names are basically identical except for the first part. Honestly, Father King really outdid himself in the naming department—or should I say I did, considering I'm the one breaking the fourth wall here. (Props to me for having such great naming sense >-<.)
Now, you'd think as two-month-olds, we'd be content with just drooling and sleeping, right? Wrong. Apparently, my sisters have other plans, like scolding each other for things I can't even wrap my head around yet. I mean, we're barely a few months old. What could they possibly have to argue about? But here we are. Don't ask me why I understand them... because I don't know either.
"Alice, your disgusting and revolting behaviors are fresh in my mind; it was not just a day or two that you spent money from the national treasury going to brothels," Elanor snapped.
Brothels? At few months old? What?
"Well, come on! You're not faultless either. Who was the one that poisoned all the ministers who defied you back then?" Alice shot back without missing a beat.
Poisoning ministers? Seriously? We're babies! Shouldn't we be more concerned with milk and naps?
"Guys, can you chill out a little?" Dorothy tried to interject, but no one was having it.
"Says the one who basically ruined the prospects of the country by experimenting with magic. Tell me, Dorothy, who was the one that destroyed over 100 acres of arable land?" Iris chimed in.
Honestly, I'm just lying here in disbelief. How is this real life—or whatever life this is now?
"Iris, although you did nothing wrong, with your sickly body, you couldn't do anything for the country besides lay in bed and pray to God. I'm not trying to bully you, but come on, you have to admit you're quite useless," Dorothy countered.
At this point, I couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Ummm... Can I please know what's going on here?" I finally asked.
And that's when they all turned to me, their tiny eyes staring at me like I'm some kind of anomaly. Why are they looking at me like I'm the odd one out? We're barely months old, people!
"Why are you alive?" they suddenly exclaimed in unison.
Uh, rude much? Ouch! Why do they have to shout at me just for existing?
"Well, I am alive. What's the problem?" I replied, feeling more confused by the second.
"But you were dead back then," Iris said matter-of-factly.
Dead? What is she talking about?
"What is this 'back then' you're talking about?" I asked, even though I was already annoyed with the whole situation. Sure, I had a vague inkling of what was going on, but it was better to hear it straight from them.
"Back then means our past lives, dumbo," Dorothy explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.