"W-wait ladies." as I interrupt them and slowly inch away.
The maids were dumbfound and confuse on the way I act.
"A." I forgot I was Lady Velora.
"*coughs* lilies! I was talking about lilies!." as I blurt out what rhymes it crosses with.
"Ah, are you talking about Lily flowers from the Royal family's bed of lilies in the front entrance?" Erisa blurts out.
'What? There's lilies in the near entrance in the Royal palace?' as I try to look for my brain not knowing if they're being sarcastic or they actually took the bait.
"Y-yes!" as I smile excitedly.
The maids where in utter disgust and a mixed of worried face.
'Was it a lie?'
Erisa slowly creeps in and whispers to my ear. "My lady, I heard that the crown prince is a bit of rebellious eversince the King remarried and had a son."
'It wasn't!'
A small sense of relief settled in me.
'Wait what? There was another child? And a prince too?' as my expression froze.
'From what I remember, the crown prince is the only son of the King, and I never heard the word remarried when I read the FAF (Flowers are actually Fairies). '
While lost in thought, I didn't realize the maids had already begun changing my clothes.
'—And if I count the year gaps, the crown prince would be 2 years or more older than lady Velora meaning the crown prince now is the crown prince from FAF and the son from a different mother is possibly hidden?'
'But wouldn't that be a bummer if the author didn't use the other prince in the story?'
"Hmm." as I ponder from the new information I'm trying to analyze.
Suddenly the maids tightens my waistcoat.
"Hiik."
"We're done, Lady Velora!"
"There!"
"So pretty!"
"You're gorgeous, My lady." As the maids excitedly praise me.
They then suddenly leave.
"I have to inform Lady Elie."
"I have to ready your items."
"I'll help Kel."
"O-okay." I waved my hand awkwardly.
Soon I realize I'm left alone, like a storm, everything went silent when they left.
The glistening light reflects my eyes, only to realize it's from the mirror, a feet away from me.
The mirror I look for in order to see my own reflection yesterday.
I slowly get closer for a good look.
The maids dressed me in a gown of deep green, threaded with fine lines of gold that caught light with every movement. They placed a green ribbon across my hair, letting my long hair fall freely down my back.
Lady Velora's deep red eyes shines like rubies. Her hair, just as crimson, fell in soft wave over the shoulders, smooth as silk. There was a faint scent of flowers that I couldn't name.
The vibrance of red hair and eyes stoods out more with the green dress, making Lady Velora stand out even further.
Breathe-taking, my voice stutters.
"Woah... You're so beautiful..."
I gasp, only to realize I'm blushing on my own reflection.
"I forgot I'm Lady Velora now." as I whisper to myself, making a face of, whether disdain or indifferent, I cannot understand what I felt.
—knock, knock, knock—
A muffled sound can be heard at the back of the door. "Lady Velora, Lady Elie is now waiting for you at the west gate."
"Yes!" as I look on my reflection for one last time.
I realize the maids didn't even put any make up on me yet I'm so beautiful.
"I'am now Lady Velora, I am Velora." As I stare at myself once more.
I then adjust my breast from how tight waistcoat is.
"I'm ready." As I stand firmly and—
trip.
"Ah." Face palm on the floor.
The maids heard my fall and forcefully opens the door.
I'm not used to wearing heels while my hair goes all over my face, I smile and chuckle softly.
—West gate—
The maids were baffled when they saw me on the floor, rather than a confused look they wore a worried face.
I told them that I almost forgot how to walk as a joke but I guess they took that seriously and straightened my dress once again.
As I wobble my way through, these heels makes me both uncomfortable and uneasy yet I'm able to reach the West Gate.
While telling the maid.... Lady Velora's m-... I mean my maids to go on ahead since I don't want them to see me struggle, it wasn't very noble-like but I insist that I want to keep Lady Erie a surprise while hiding on both Erisa and Kel.
They seem to understand my childish behavior understanding that Lady Velora supposedly be around 17 years old since the FL joined in when Lady Velora turned 18.
'Wouldn't that be around few months from now?'
I then realize I know nothing about Lady Velora, nothing about her life, or whether I'm guessing the correct dates, as I'm left once again in reflect.
'But from what I learned, she's love.' as I see vast flowers surrounding the mansion and how friendly her maids are.
'She has a good life yet why did she chose to become a Villainess?' as I continue following the maids while I almost miss my step.
As I look at the bed of red roses from the side of the building, I finally realize— these are the unfamiliar scent I smelled when I look at 'my' reflection.
'It really smells like her.' as I close my eyes and smell the air surrounding me, it felt freeing.
After struggling for sometime I finally see Lady Erie sitting in the shade, the trees swaying gently as she sips her tea. She looks elegant with her pastel pink dress, as graceful as a doll.
'I don't know how Lady Velora speaks but maybe like a villain style...?'
'What does that even mean...'
I frown and cross my arms.
I try to walk steadily, maintaining eye contact with Lady Erie—then I'll remember this for eternity.
'@$!€¥§?!'
'That pain, the kind of pain from my previous life— as my toes slam into the corner of a table, a shelf, a wall…. The pain as they bend and change direction, parting as they say their final goodbyes'
'THAT PAIN THAT DEFINITELY TRANSCENDS TRANSMIGRATION!'
'My foot hits a rock embedded in the ground. So hard that it made me forget how soft the shoes are in medieval times.'
The way the maids and Lady Elie stare at me in confusion.
I bite my lower lip, my face scrunching up as if I've just bitten into the sourest lemon.
Lady Erie slams her hand on the table as she stands. "A-are you okay?" she asks, her expression full of worry.
Even in pain, I notice the look on her face—the same one she's had since I transmigrated. Her eyes tremble, her lips stutter as she approaches me, gently put her hands on mine.
'No sister, IT FELT LIKE THE EARTH SHATTERED INTO TWO!'
I clutch myself, forcing a deep breath.
"I'm fine." I offer a faint, wavering smile.
She gently leads me to the chair as my maids assist, adjusting it and handing me my tea.
As we finally reside, we were left with a tense atmosphere of silence.
'I realize I haven't said a single word since I hit my foot on that stupid rock.'
I take a sip of my tea.
The tea tastes like chamomile, yet it's more fragrant and doesn't have a paper aftertaste.
'Ah talking, I forgot.'
'How do I go...'
—In Lady Velora's brain—
"Hey Elie wadya want?" as I lounge with a leg over the chair like some kind of thug.
Or a soft elegant voice saying "What is it that you want? Lady Elie."
Like a decent noble-like? Or maybe a villainess.
"You dare waste my time, make haste and speak."
—poof—
'…No. I'll just be me, forcing myself it'll slip out eventually.'
"Lady Elie."
"Mmm." as Lady Elie slowly puts down her tea.
"I—" as I start to speak, Lady Erie gently interrupts me.
"I'm getting married soon."
'What the F— *quack*' So young? I know getting married fast in nobles are a thing but still she's so younger than me.'
'Pardon?? Excuse me?'
"To whom?" the words slips out my mouth with worry
"To Duke Drek." She looks as if she might stutter, her gaze fixed on her reflection in the tea. Her hand clenches slightly, her lips pressed tight as though holding onto her composure—trying to appear refined and noble in front of everyone, as if she might break at any moment.
Erisa, my maid, leans close and whispers "He's Young Luke's father and owns one of the largest mining areas in Minerila. Rumor has it he's seeking another marriage to strengthen their family ties, but in my opinion… it's simply because she's young and her family's business is failing."
'I thank Erisa for the information but thank Christ if he can hear my prayers. Amen. If this table weren't so long, gossiping right in front of the source would be a little inappropriate.
'But wait… wouldn't that make him an old man?'
My expression sours, quickly turning to disgust.
Lady Elie slowly lifts her head and as our eyes meet, her eyes flickering with fear, tainted by a hint of disgust.
She clearly mouths, "What the quack!?" in her own language—I can't quite catch it because of how sudden it is.
I'm not sure why she said that, so I glance down at my reflection in my tea—