Irina Everhart
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I came from a world where the only grand mansions I'd ever seen were the ones I built in Minecraft. Sure, in the game, I could stack blocks and create castles or modern houses, but none of those virtual creations compared to the real grandeur of the Everhart estate. Walking through the corridors of this massive mansion wasn't just a new experience—it was bizarre. I was supposed to be excited. I was supposed to be Irina Everhart, the wife of Ezra Everhart, a high-ranking noblewoman of this world.
But guess what? I wasn't excited. Not even close.
The maids had told me I'd be taken on a grand tour of the mansion, probably expecting me to marvel at every room, every chandelier, every shiny bit of jewelry on display. But I wasn't Irina Everhart, not in the way they wanted me to be. I wasn't some noblewoman who obsessed with jewels, or impressing the nobility. No. I was Seira, just an ordinary girl who loved video games, who could spend hours building in Minecraft or obsessing over her favorite romance novel. And right now? I didn't even have my phone or any way to escape into a fantasy world.
This wasn't fun—it was boring as hell.
I flopped down onto the nearest couch, staring up at the high ceiling. What was I supposed to do here? No phone, no gaming console. The only upside was that at least I didn't have to deal with homework ever again. Small victories, right? Though, to be fair, I didn't need to do homework anymore, seeing as I was supposed to graduate before I died.
I dragged myself off the couch, deciding to walk around on my own, not waiting for some maid to give me the "official" tour. After all, I was a noblewoman here, wasn't I? Irina Helgrave didn't exist anymore. I was Irina Everhart now, whether I liked it or not.
As I wandered the halls, I came across someone who immediately caught my eye—Celine, the female lead of this whole ridiculous story. It wasn't hard to see why Irina had been jealous of her. She was stunning—her long pink hair, cascading down her back in soft waves, framed a delicate, angelic face. Her eyes were large, like some kind of fantasy doll's, and her slender frame moved with a grace I could never hope to imitate. It was no wonder Irina had hated her guts.
And here she was, standing in the hallway, looking at me with a soft, kind smile.
"Lady Irina," she greeted me, her voice sweet, like she was trying to bridge some long-forgotten gap between us. "I was just about to prepare something in the kitchen. Would you like—"
I cut her off with a dismissive wave. "Not interested," I muttered, walking past her. The truth was, I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. I wasn't in the mood for anything. I was starving, my stomach growling like a beast, and all I wanted was food. Fast food, preferably. A burger, fries, maybe a milkshake. But of course, that was impossible here. No food delivery apps, no online orders. Just endless rules and schedules. Also, Celine said 'in the kitchen' , she probably offered me some food. Maybe ? And why the hell i reject it ? i am starving right now. Idiot me!
Celine, caught off guard, stared at me for a second, clearly confused. Why wasn't I hurling insults at her, like Irina would have done in the past? Maybe she wondered if I'd changed. I didn't care enough to explain. Seira wasn't Irina. I had bigger problems—like figuring out how to navigate this world without losing my mind.
I continued my walk, growing increasingly irritated with the noble schedule. Meals here were served at specific times, and the kitchen was off-limits to someone of my status. Excuse me? In my past life, if I was hungry, I'd whip something up in the kitchen or order something online. Now, I wasn't even allowed to make my own food. What kind of dumb rule was that? I liked cooking! These nobles and their uptight traditions… I swear, this world was just asking to get on my nerves.
Grumbling under my breath, I found myself heading toward the library. At least that was one place I could hide in peace, away from all the formality. But when I reached the doorway, I froze. There, sitting at a grand oak desk, was Ezra Everhart. His head was bent over a book, a few strands of his red hair falling across his face.
I watched him from a distance, and for a second, I almost understood why Irina didn't fall for him. Sure, he was cold, distant, and never seemed to smile—but looking at him now, I had to admit… Erza was hot. His sharp features, the defined line of his jaw, those serious, focused eyes. Maybe Irina had her reasons for chasing after Noah, but I wasn't blind to Ezra's appeal.
I smiled like an idiot, staring at him, until he finally noticed. His eyes lifted from the book, meeting mine, his expression unreadable.
"What are you doing here, alone, without a maid?" he asked coldly, his voice like ice.
I blinked, caught off guard by his tone. "I've got GPS in my head," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
He stared at me, not even cracking a smile. Right. Jokes didn't seem to work on him. Of course he don't know what is GPS.
I tried again. "I'm a witch, you know. I can find my way around anywhere."
Still nothing.
Fine, I thought, rolling my eyes as one of the maids appeared in the doorway, ready to show me around. I waved her off. "I don't need a babysitter," I muttered, but Ezra wasn't convinced. His eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his gaze.
"You're alone for a reason," he said slowly, like he was trying to piece together some kind of puzzle. "What are you really after? Stealing something?"
I snapped my head toward him, angry. "Steal? Excuse me, I would never do that! Do you know how terrible it feels to have something stolen from you?" I said, well back in school, someone stole my lunch money once, and I cried for hours until my best friend, Aaliyah, bought me food. I would never steal!
Ezra didn't seem impressed. If anything, he just looked more annoyed.
"The only thing I could steal is your heart," I added jokingly, trying to ease the tension.
Big mistake. His glare sharpened, and he practically growled at me. "Get out."
I threw my hands up in defeat. "Fine! It's a library, though. It's supposed to be public, you know. Weird iced-handsome man…" I muttered as I walked out, leaving him to brood over whatever book he was buried in.
Honestly, I had no idea how to handle someone like Ezra. Back in my previous life, there was a guy I had a crush on for seven years, but he ignored me, even made fun of me with his friends. Living as the ugly girl in school was tough, let me tell you. He never even acknowledged the letter I wrote him, confessing my feelings. I got over him eventually, at seventeen, but there was another guy after that. He was sweet and kind, a true gentleman. I was supposed to confess to him after graduation… but I never got the chance.
Because, well… I died.
Sighing, I continued walking alone through the halls. Maybe I should've let that maid show me around after all.