# 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔 %?! REINCARNATION ( and original character insertion) !! 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ; 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. ★ 𝘿 𝘼 𝙍 𝙇 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂 ˖ ꐑ ֢ ࣪ ♡ 💭
ヾ ₍ ⸙ᰰ۪۪ PROLOGUE ──̇─̇─̇─❒͡ A strange beginning; on a scale from one to ten, how bad could this situation possibly be? Oh, definitely an eleven...
This couldn't be happening. This shit shouldn't even be possible. Or rather, in selfish words: this shouldn't be happening to me!
Who was responsible for this? For this… torture? Damn it. Why me? Of all people? I had just earned my second degree, for heaven's sake! I was confident that this time I would finally straighten out the mess I called my life! Damn it! For crying out loud!
The questions swirled in my head as my eyes stayed locked on the reflection in the bathroom mirror, darting briefly to the silk pajamas adorned with delicate roses. The fabric was of such high quality that it seemed too well-made to be a figment of my imagination.
This wasn't a dream. It was real. Alarmingly real.
Also, what an annoyingly oversized mirror! Who even needs a mirror that big? It takes up an entire bathroom wall! I could probably shower while staring at 'my' reflection—though it wasn't me anymore. What else could I say? The body I was temporarily inhabiting? That sounded absurd even to think about. And honestly, the size was downright useless. Who in their right mind loves their reflection that much?
You know what? Screw this nonsense. I don't need an answer to that. Just because it took me years to feel comfortable in my body—a body that was never 'good enough' for my dear mother—doesn't mean I'm about to start nitpicking now. I was never thin enough for her. My posture was never right in her eyes. My hair was never the right color; it was always wrong, a disgrace, the failure of a daughter.
Shaking my head, I banished those thoughts and forced myself to focus. First, solve the problem. Then, I could wallow in self-pity and grant myself a crisis or two.
I needed to focus on something more important than my mother's crap attitude. Like, for example, how the hell did I end up in the body of a character from a children's movie franchise? A Disney franchise, no less!
Okay, sure, it was better than landing in a horror or survival film. Hell, I'd even prefer this over a... ugh, pornographic movie, for instance. But it was still a complete disaster. Honestly, I think I'd rather end up in a Western than this. And the fact that my body wasn't mine anymore only made it worse.
Why a princess? There were the villain kids, who seemed way more fun than being stuck in the body of one of the'heroes'—let's use that term for now, even if I don't particularly like it.
Why someone like Audrey? Was this divine punishment aimed at her, and was I collateral damage? Was it something I did? Something I said about hating fairy tales? And if it wasn't, then why me out of everyone in my universe?
Whoever was responsible for this could've at least chosen someone who liked these movies. It would've been more entertaining—for both the fan and me, who already felt like diving into the first dragon's mouth I could find (and believe me, I would). Or someone who hadn't only watched the movies to please their younger cousin, who adored Evie and Uma. Not judging her—it was adorable to see her light up when they appeared on screen—but I couldn't help finding flaw after flaw in the plot.
Honestly, if a fan were in my place, this psychological torment might be slightly more bearable.
But no! They—he, she, they? Who cares, I'm not wasting time on pronouns—had to pick me. Of all people on Planet Earth. Lucky me, huh? Wow. I'm overjoyed.
Still, I guess it's better than being completely clueless about the universe I'm in now. Just imagining that scenario sent a shiver down my spine—knowing nothing about the school, the people, their backstories, or upcoming events. (Okay, I admit that the last part could be fun to watch.) Thinking I'd been teleported to some random fancy place… Fine, I'mstarting to understand why the magical being chose me.
That doesn't mean I'm any less angry or upset. It's still crap. Who would want to jump between universes? It's so ridiculous that—
— "Miss Audrey, breakfast is ready. It's on the table."
A voice broke through my inner meltdown from the other side of the bedroom door (an annoyingly pink room, for the love of the gods!). If I hadn't been completely silent, I probably wouldn't have heard the maid's voice.
Swallowing hard, I tried to think of something—anything—that could buy me more time. I needed more time to think! I was still trying to adjust—or let's say accept until I could dive into a dragon's mouth—to the fact that this might be real. Or I'd just bang my head against the wall until I woke up from this realistic nightmare.
All I could muster was: — "Thank you, but I'm not hungry right now. My stomach isn't feeling great this morning."
I wasn't sure if that sounded like Audrey, but it was the best I could do. Would it be enough to be left alone? I hoped so.
Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side.
— "Would you like me to bring a small portion to you, miss? I could also prepare some tea if you'd like." - Before I could respond, the woman added, - "If this is about your parents, I must inform you that they left early this morning. They won'treturn until tomorrow night, according to the coachman."
What was that supposed to mean? Was it meant to reassure Audrey? What had happened between her and her parents? Had they argued? Was this why she was being punished? Had she strayed from her destiny or something? Damn it! Stupid curiosity!
— "Moreover, your sister is already awake, and I'm sure she'd like to see you, miss."
Audrey had a sister? Since when? Was that shown in the movies? I couldn't recall any mention of a sister. As far as I knew, Audrey was an only child. The only daughter of Aurora and Phillip, heir to two powerful kingdoms, as she so loved to boast about her royal blood.
For all the gods' sake. The more I thought about what this girl had said and done, the less I wanted to pretend to be her. Wait, do I have to try to fit into Audrey's mold? Live her life exactly as she did? Take the same rude and selfish actions she took?
The only answer I had for that was: no. I didn't have to pretend to be Audrey Rose Beauty. I could be better than she was! Of course! Why hadn't I thought of this before? This was my life now. And I would do everything in my power to be better than she ever was.
Staring into the mirror for a long moment, I observed the image of the beautiful teenage girl with dark brown hair and finally decided what to do.
A small smile curled the corner of my lips, one that bore no resemblance to anything Audrey had ever shown in the films.
It was my soul, overshadowing what she left behind for me to work with.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted my chin, gathering every shred of confidence I could find within me. Closing my eyes briefly, I considered my next move. I would go meet Audrey's sister. Yes. That was a good start.
— "Save me a seat at the table," - I called out, raising my voice toward the door and hoping the maid hadn't left yet.
— "Of course, Miss Rose. We'll await your presence."
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