An eerie silence filled the dark room, even the moonlight that shone brightly outside could not enter. In the middle of an extravagant bed, one that could fit a family of three, lies a maiden.
With porcelain skin and bright blonde hair flowing magnificently on the mattress, she lay hopeless. Her deep green eyes looking into oblivion, seemingly devoid of life.
She had been laying down for weeks, refusing to accept any sort of activities that would bring back the 'life' she once had, or perhaps one she never did.
"How miserable.." her thought trailed as she curled her entire body as an attempt to comfort herself. After all, who else would if not her? inside the unfamiliar world she was in with unfamiliar people she had never met, she was viewed-----no. She was MISTAKEN as someone she was not.
The people around her wore different clothes, ones she was was not accustomed to for it was midieval. Some wore long white and black outfits befitting of maids, while a few wore flawless fabrics that screamed wealth. She wore the latter, even the nightgown that flowed around her body now was made with the highest quality of silk, ensuring that no mere cloth would damage her skin nor disrupt her supposedly good sleep.
However she could not have that--no. Not since she does not belong there. She came from a distant land, so distant it was not in the same world. Everything around her was foreign, things she had never seen before and a place that did not seem like home. Especially her memories.
Her mind is equipped with experiences that she did not go through, manners that she did not learn, and people that she did not know. None of it was hers. Not the bed she was laying at, not the clothes she wore, and not even the body she was in.
The people told her that her name was Evianna Louisa Gaelle Aracellis Devereux.
That of which she found funny, for it was the name of the villainess in the novel she read before she ended her life.