In the end, she has a hard time remembering the memories her best friend has told her of some of those crucial events. All she wrote was the things she remembered reading the novel and the first ever experience she had in 'this world'.
"My lady, you are a genius! As expected from the future empress of the empire!" Shelly gleefully said as she put down some of the papers on the desk.
Francheska flinched from her writing.
The lady was a genius? Or was it a mistake to write something in advance that she forgot her age at the moment she was writing?
"Y-you can read my writing...?" Trying to hide her concerned voice.
But as they locked eyes, Shelly her maid smiled as she said, "No my lady, your drawings are mysterious!"
What the...I'm not even sure if she is joking or praising me. At least be more sure when you say that! It feels like I have gone crazy from the fall of that tree. I'm still a child, I bet she will just think that my behavior is childish.
Looking at her writings, Francheska thought of something.
"Shelly, can you read this?" Handing her the paper, the maid stared at the sheet. But as time passed her maid's face was morphed from serious to a very confused ugly face. With a sigh, the maid handed her back the paper.
"No, I can't, you are very talented and hard to decipher my lady."
Hmm... so my language is foreign in this world, but can understand the words coming out of my mouth-- why have I not noticed it before...
From what Shiela could observe from the maid's words and reaction, she guessed that the villainess had been a weird genius. One can barely understand her, and she seems to be very cheeky, spoiled, and of course a brat. Since from what she remembered from the duchess, 'I' have adjusted to the said etiquette mentor.
With the paper on the desk, she wrote her insight. Yes, she is not doing something weird at all, just scribbling on a paper.
"My lady, it's time for your bed."
"Ah yes! Please prepare for me." Arranging the papers and pens, she stopped midway.
Her little actions could be a way bigger jump out of character. She is just a kid, she repeated inside her mind.
After her maid finished the bed, Francheska suddenly jumped straight into it.
'Ahhhhhh so soft and smells so good, it feels like I'm getting sucked by the bed. Last time was so hard and stinky augh!'
"My lady! You haven't undressed yet, please get up!"
Pouting, she stuck her tongue out towards her maid.
"My lady, that's rude!" The maid tried to catch her but ended up chasing her around the room.
Both now panting, Francheska finally surrendered to her maid. Now wearing a nightgown, Francheska headed to the very big bed and let herself get swallowed by the bed.
Shelly covered the lady's body with the blanket, the maid got up blew off the lights, and headed to the door.
"Have a great sleep, my lady, have a rest for your tomorrow's lessons." The final words of her maid, as she finally closed the doors of her room.
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She stared up at the ceiling, as she wondered about the beautiful art that she was seeing. Shelly seemed to be a very good person. Ever since when she woke up first in this world, she remembered how very protective she was, especially on 'that day' too.
Thinking deeply as the night goes on. When she was an actress, her stage name was Erica. She truly had that life, but it was the life she had a hard time accepting. Throughout her life, at the same age right now, all she did was audition to child programs, or commercials, for her to land a major role someday. Never really had a childhood where she could play with other children, the 'play' she had was different.
'This is a new life, Sheila, I no longer hold that stage name. I am, me right now, but... inside the villainess's body. Am I me?'
The thoughts stopped as she fell to sleep, giving space to her mind as she slept the night.
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As the light shined on her face, even with her eyes closed. She preps herself up just like whenever she wakes up from her clock. She's the type to get easily disturbed, guess it became a habit of hers.
"Good thing you are not stubborn to wake up."
After clearing the dirt from her eyes, she glanced in the direction where she heard the strict voice.
Shit! Did I--
Forgetting her thoughts, she decided to straighten her posture and got off from her bed. Giving the strict old lady a decent greeting.
"Let's see what you have learned from yesterday's lesson. I'll be here watching your behavior, go on."
I should've thought about that instead of reminiscing about my sad previous life! I'm so stupid, this is an aristocratic life after all...
Feeling the tension rise, Francheska gulped her drying throat. Taking a deep breath, she commanded Shelly for her morning routine.
The morning was very busy for Francheska everything was too uptight. With her etiquette teacher supervising every move, the duchess was also watching her for a brief morning from the hallway.
It was like two predators setting their eyes on one little prey.
Even with her other lessons, her mentors were mostly strict. No one was friendly with her, was it because she was the child of the Hartpinjer?
Her day was rough, and too strict! She remember when she mistakenly lifted a utensil, the madam suddenly flicked her hand without saying a warning, when her etiquette subject was done another teacher was there to begin another class again.
'Aristocratic life sure sucks, this life is too difficult! If I could compare my life... it is sure that I would choose--'
With some of her memories from the past... it was sure sad and strict, but what made it better was her best friends.
She's alone in 'this' world, after all, she just came back three times.
With the quill in her hand, she had a hard time scribbling the foreign words on the paper. With her mentor sitting across, she tried not to show her struggle.
"You can stop what you are doing, it's time for a break."
Francheska immediately stopped, for the joints on her knuckles were screaming in pain, she was still nine years old.
As the mentor called for the maid and asked for their snacks, Francheska was only staring at the features of her mentor.
He looks young but could tell that he is old from the way he dressed. She remembered from what Shelly had told her that this man was her cousin. Inspecting, there was nothing alike or any features that could resemble they were relatives...
Where was he? Was he there on the day she was executed? Probably... she was busy getting mad at the crown prince.
"Ummm... sir, why are all of my mentors strict of me? Am I that bad?" Francheska asks, with the plate of snacks on her table, after her things are put aside.
No response was heard from the mentor. With the silence, Francheska has no other choice but to eat.
"Why are they not responding to me? Is it because I'm still a kid...?"
"You're not just a kid, but the person who will marry the crown prince."
Startled by the sudden response, Francheska put a hand on her mouth.
Crap... I just said that out loud?
Francheska suddenly stood up and walked around for her mentor to see her, as she gave a slight boa for forgiveness.
"Please forgive me for my rudeness! I spoke without being asked to!"
"It's okay, we're in a break so it's not rude for you to speak."
Straightening her posture she returned to her seat.
She was wrong, even tho he doesn't have any resemblance. His trait solidifies that they have the same blood.
"I understand that everything right now doesn't make sense to a nine-year-old. Even tho you have the royal blood, you are still a child."
Sipping his tea, he turned to the window. The skies were turning orange as the sun was hardly to be seen. Putting his cup down on the table. Her mentor turned to her, locking their eyes.
"Soon when you debut to the society, these lessons the duchess and duke provided will be your only weapon in saving yourself."
As they continued with their break, Francheska didn't forget what he said. He is right after all, she wouldn't be a child forever. As years will come, she will face her fate once again.