I'm Eliana Gedui, a knight that turned into a maid. As a child, I had always dreamed of becoming a knight. I watched the knights ride through the streets with such dignity, their armor gleaming, and I knew that I wanted to be one of them.
The academy for knights was brutal, not just because of the training, but because of the discrimination I faced. Being a girl, and a commoner on top of that, made me a target. Some of the other cadets never let me forget that I didn't belong in their world. They tried to break me down, but I refused to give in. I trained harder, pushed through the exhaustion, and showed them I was just as capable—if not more so—than they were.
After years of sweat, sacrifice, and struggle, I finally made it into the Knights Order. I was the only woman to do so, but I wore my title with pride. I had earned it.
However, despite all the hardships, my path took an unexpected turn. Our commander, Sir Biron, tasked me to become a maid in disguise for a princess in another country.
At first, I couldn't believe it. After all the training, all the hardship, all the mockery I endured at the Knights Academy, this is how I'll end up? By assigning me as a maid to some foreign princess? It felt like an insult, as if they were saying I didn't belong among them despite earning my place. But I had no choice.
I was trained in the duties of a maid by the senior servants—how to attend to the princess, how to anticipate her needs. I learned the intricacies of serving tea, arranging her wardrobe, and all the other tasks that seemed trivial compared to the battlefield. It was humiliating at first, but overtime I came to accept it. Of course, I'm still doing training every night.
The day I met Princess Nerina, I prepared myself to be resentful. However, when I saw her, my perception shifted. She wasn't what I expected. There was a kindness in her eyes, a calmness that was disarming. She didn't act like the high and mighty royalty I'd imagined. Despite her position, she was polite to me from the start, never making me feel less important.
Still, I struggled with my new role. Every time I adjusted her gowns or tidied her quarters, I reminded myself of the sword at my side, wishing I could use it in battle instead of serving tea. But something in the princess made me pause. Her own journey hadn't been easy either; she came from a humble background, just like me, and was suddenly thrust into a life she hadn't asked for.
I watched as she adjusted to her new life in Nokturna, just as I had to adjust to mine. She learned quickly, with grace and determination, much like I had in the academy. And I realized something—perhaps being here, serving her, was not a demotion. Maybe this was just the beginning of a different kind of battle, one fought not with swords but with wisdom and perseverance.
I would stand by her, not just as a maid but as the knight I trained to be, protecting her in ways the others might not see. If this was the role I had to play for now, I would do it well.
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As I was confirming the arrangements for the wedding ceremony and the reception, I noticed some striking similarities to customs from my real world. It wasn't just in the cuisine—although even some of the dishes reminded me of home—but also in the order of events for the ceremony. The structure, the rituals, and the procession... it was almost identical to the traditions I knew back in my previous life.
Intrigued, I couldn't help but ask Eliana, who was serving me tea as I went through the details.
"Eliana," I asked, curiosity piqued, "do you happen to know who planned the wedding event?"
She paused, thinking for a moment. "I think it was the Prime Minister."
My mind raced. No way! Could he have been transported here, too? The eerie similarity couldn't just be a coincidence. If the Prime Minister was behind this, maybe he knew something about my world, or maybe… he was from it as well. Either way, it was too much of a coincidence.
She placed a cup of tea in front of me, her usual calm demeanor unshaken. "This afternoon, they seamstress will be taking your measurements for your wedding dress."
I sighed inwardly, knowing that preparations for the wedding were now in full swing. Only five days remained until the ceremony, and I could sense the tension in the air.
"Thank you, Eliana," I said, taking a sip of the tea. My mind, however, was focused elsewhere—on the Prime Minister and the uncanny similarities between this world and mine that I forgot to read the last phrase written on the wedding planner; wedding night.