Sunlight streamed from the open windows while a pair of white birds with pink hues in their feathers fluttered inside the room, singing and dancing. The curtains swayed with the wind as a soft breeze passed by. The smell of lilies, roses and peonies wafted inside the room.

It was the picture of peace and serenity

In the room, there was only a single bookshelf, a table and a cot.

Inside the cot, staring at the white and pink unfamiliar birds, is a child with unnerving eyes.

That child – is me.

I stared at the pair of birds that were dancing and fluttering around each other. Those birds didn’t exist on my previous life and even if they did I’m pretty sure they would be extinct because of the precious jewel they have embedded in their foreheads.

And in the first place, for them to have jewels embedded in their forehead is impossible!

That’s right, this is my second life. In other words I’ve reincarnated into fantasy-like world.

Which may mean that I’ve already died in my previous life or we can assume that this is a dream and I’m panicking for nothing.

I don’t think so.

See, this is too realistic to be a dream. A few days ago, memories of a previous life came flooding in like a dam bursting, during that time it felt as if my head was splitting itself like how Athena was born from Zeus’s head. Literally splitting his skull open.

I don’t remember much after that except for the unbearable pain. I remember opening my eyes once and I saw several people coming in and out of the room with worried expressions painted in their face.

I was feverish, hot and my head felt heavy. I can only assume that feeling sick was a side effect of regaining all my memories so suddenly.

I remembered being prodded at, poked at and being manhandled.

That hadn’t been a pleasant experience.

Two days have passed since then. I’m rolling around in my silk sheets, enjoying the way it smoothly brushed against my baby skin.

Don't mind me, I'm just...playing...like the baby I am...

The room that I’m staying at was…overly spacious and extravagant, even though it barely had any furniture. The white ceiling was painted with intricate and fantasy-like designs that I often imagined would look like when reading novels, there was also a miniature chandelier...and expensive looking artifacts and vases...

Really, the extravagance of this room makes me cringe at how much money they must have spent.

I snuggled deeper into my silk sheets. Ahh…what luxury. I could feel my eyes drooping and my focus is starting to waver. Being an infant again makes me remember that this body is still developing and unlike me in the previous life who could pull an all-nighter for three days straight, this body needs sleep.

There were voices outside the door but the words they uttered didn’t reach my ears.

No good! I have to focus! Gain as much information as possible! This was unfamiliar territory. This might be my home but it would cause too much trouble if I didn’t act like a baby would.

...How does a baby act anyway?

I turn my attention back to the voices. They were gradually getting louder, I can hear what they’re saying now.

“…I’m sorry, but I really couldn’t find anything wrong…”

“… any chances of this event occurring again?” a firm voice demanded

“Dulcina, restrain yourself” a soft voice reprimanded the previous one.

The door opened and I panicked on how to look like a normal baby. How am I supposed to act? - I feigned sleep.

“I…forgive me for acting out of line your majesty”

Your majesty?

Woah! What's with the sudden medieval-royalty theme!

“Do not worry my lady, the young princess is definitely healthy. This fever of hers maybe a fluke.”

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Okay. So now we’re talking about princesses. Where is the hime-sama?(princess)

The clacking of heels echoed in the overly spacious room and then I felt warm, soft hands raising me up. On instinct I open my eyes and I saw a very beautiful face. There were crinkles on the corner of her eyes signifying that she wasn’t quite as young, her face certainly matured very well; from a young budding rose to an elegant and matured one.

That was weird comparison, but it works for me.

Wahhh…what beautiful lady…was what I thought.

Long and lustrous silver curls with a tiara on head (a queen!), light purple eyes framed with long silver lashes, pale and smooth skin and a warm, heartfelt smile…an illusionary arrow pierced my heart.

I’m no matched for this woman!

My disgruntled expression must have shown on my face, for the queen gently smiles at me and rubs her nose with mine.

“What’s wrong my little princess?”

Really? That’s…sort of embarrassing. Is that really what you’ll call me? Also, am I right to assume this woman is my mother?

Of course she's my mother!

I reach out for her cheeks, not knowing how to reply. Babies weren’t supposed to talk at until they’re three years of age right? Or is it four? How old am I anyway? While these thoughts swirl around my head, my pudgy little baby hands pats Okaa-sama’s smooth cheeks.

(*Okaa-sama=mother)

Ah…how envious

Despite these feeling, I enjoyed the attention that Okaa-sama bestowed upon me.

We were disrupted after a while, Dulcina (my mother's attendant) the young woman who was reprimanded earlier, came up behind mother a stern expression on her face. She had light brown hair tied in a neat bun, her light blue eyes briefly glanced at me and I saw her cheeks light up into soft pink hue.

I tilted my head to the side.

Must be my imagination.

She wore light armor over her attire, it wasn't unusual but in a medieval setting aren't women normally forbidden to become knights? Maybe the setting is a bit modernize?

Dulcina walked up to Okaa-sama and said “Your majesty, It is time to leave. The doctor has also warned you not to exhaust yourself.”

“Of course Dulcina. Just let me say goodbye.”

Giving my both cheeks kisses, Okaa-sama then lays me back on my cot and straightened herself. It seems the man from a while ago had already left. Okaa-sama I’m sorry for making you worry so much especially when you need the rest yourself.

And it was true. Okaa-sama’s complexion was particularly paler than mine, she didn’t seem to be getting enough sun. Her arms were scarily thinner than I had first thought.

My mouth tried to form the words I want to say, but all that comes out are unintelligible babble. As I thought, my vocal cords still aren’t fully develop. Is that truly the case or is it because of something else?

I could do nothing else as they walked away and mother – the queen was followed by Dulcina who close the door with a soft click.

After making sure that the sound of footsteps are gone, I sprawled out in my cot and raise my hand.

I have memories of a previous life. Right now I’m a baby, probably a year old, and I have a queen for a mother.

I don’t know…how to feel about the part being a princess but something tells me this is just the beginning of a beautiful string of problems.

A feeling of dread crept over me.

The beginning of a beautiful or rather troublesome string of problems, where lots of coffee will be needed. Where headaches will be a daily thing and paranoia will be at an all-time high.

I didn’t how right I was.