The sound of heavy footsteps followed by some anxious voices echoed in my head, it slowly woke me up. It made me re-think how long I have been sleeping. I could have estimated for at least three or four days. This damned head is painful like it's being split in half. I opened one eye to adjust myself from the bright surroundings. Damn it. That lighting I hated it somehow. It made my head throb more than I felt earlier.
I scanned the room and apart from being sparkly and white themed, I saw a young maid. She dropped the basin on the floor as we locked eyes. Her lips trembled as she ran outside the door.
"S... she's finally awake! The young miss has awakened!!!"
"H...." A raspy and dried out voice which Im the only one who can hear it.
I was surprised when a glass of water suddenly appeared right in front of me and there's Jemina sobbing uncontrollably, "H-here Young Miss, drink this first."
When she cries like that, it seems like i'm back from the dead.
"Wren? Wreeenn dear! Do you recognize me?"
That voice belongs to my mother. Some say her voice is gentle and calm like the first saintess. That is not what I'm hearing right now. It sounded like a broken vase.
The figure of elegance, the angel-like were no more as I saw her at the door in sweat. She ran all the way here. My mother, who they respected a lot, was frantically checking every part of me.
"Doctor! Call the doctor at once!" She shouted at the maids inside.
"Y-Yes, Your Grace!" One maid runs outside the room. I hope she doesn't trip on her way. I wish I had that kind of small concern.
For once I want to punch someone or let someone punch me to accept this reality.
Why? Because I fainted just when I was still not half way down the stairs! I can still feel the perfectly polished tiles of the stairs as I reminisce about my falling! The cold floor is hitting my butt! Thankfully, I only suffered with light bruises besides having a high fever.
And a minimal humiliation in front of all those nobles who attented my party!
Besides, just what the hell is this? I cannot accept this! Why am I transmigrated in this body?!
Frustration kicks in. I spring from my bed and stare in front of the mirror in a seemingly unfashioned manner. You can really see the beauty, even if half of my head has a bandage.
"Wren! You shouldn't get up like that!"
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(4 days ago)
Today is my 4th birthday! the banquet Hall is filled with pretty decorations and many people attended. Most of them are acquintances and friends of my Mother and Father. None of them I know, but it's fine. I don't have any close friends either to play with.
I'm sure Prince Zairon will be there. I want to play with him for the whole day. But I'm worried that Zairon won't come because he says that he hates me. I don't know the reason why he hated me.
I told Jemina about it but she says that he will come because my mother, Duchess Carina Vacarella, is a prominent noble lady from the East. She also says that this is the first time that my family will show me, no one turned down the invitation.
I'm still waiting for Mother here in my room since she promised that we will enter the hall together. My father will be running late because he has a meeting in the Imperial Palace. I pouted at the thought of it.
"We sincerely wish you a Happy Birthday, Young miss."
Jemina smiled at me and she turned her gaze behind. It was our Butler, Noland. I noticed his hands behind his back which piqued my interest as I peek behind him. Seems like he intends to hide it from me. He noticed that I'm stealing glances at it and Noland had no choice but to show it to me.
"..." I stared at it and looked up at Noland who was smiling at me. "This gift is from all of us. Each maid and servants contributed to wish you a happy birthday, My lady."
"We even picked the Best for our Lady! Happy birthday." Jemina added, excitedly.
I picked up the box and slowly opened it, revealing a pretty emerald hairpin with a small gem at the center.
"Thank you Noland and Jemina!" they both smiled again, I looked once again at the hairpin. It's sparkly.
"What do you have there, Wren?" My mother whispered in my ear. She sure is the prettiest.
"Look Mommy! it's their gift to me. A pretty hairpin!" I showed her the hairpin to her. She suddenly went quiet.
"Hmm..." I tilt my head as I wait for her. But then, Noland came forward and he smiled at my mother.
"Don't worry, Your Grace. The Stone didn't cost us much."
"But, Noland—"
"Besides, your grace this must be Young Miss Wren's first time seeing a Mana Stone!"
Noland and Jemina stepped in and they both had a wide smile on their face.
"Jemina..." before Mother finished her sentence, A faint song being played from the hall.
"Your Grace, the Banquet is starting," Noland informed my mother with a smile.
"Wren, Let's go dear." Mother picked me up as we walked our way.
"I saw Duke Aurea earlier with Lady Evelyn,"
"I don't see the other Vacarella..."
"And here I thought I could get to see Lady Patrice's twins. They say..."
"...her red hair is auspicious enough..."
"Haiz, It seems like my Sister and Brother arrived..." She looked at me and smiled. "Let's put on the hairpin. It goes perfectly with your dress today."
Mother placed it in my hair while smiling. Then the doors opened and the music slowly faded down. The air around me seems thicker with everyone looking at us.
"Duchess Carina Vacarella and Lady Wren Vacarella..."
I really don't know anyone in this room. They were all unfamiliar.
"Thank you for coming all the way here for my eldest daughter's 4th birthday. I hope you will enjoy today's banquet..."
I don't understand most of mommy's speech, but I do know that it is about me when I saw His Highness Zairon with my cousins.
He did come! Jemina was right.
Mother smiled then walked down the stairs while holding my hand. But my feet felt like they were getting stuck in a big pile of snow. It was heavy...
"ahm..." It is hot. Why is it hot? My throat also feels kind of funny. Like something is gripping my throat not to let out any kind of sound.
"Mom... Water..."
"Wren? Are you alright?" My mother stopped as she caught my mumbling. She looks funny to me right now and why is she at the ceiling?
Even my cousin and Prince Zairon are standing on the opposite side of the wall. They were multiplying. Then my head... It feels like it's being pounded. First pound, then another pound.
"Mother... why does everything look upside down?" My vision gradually became black and I could feel that my mom was trying to get a hold of me.
"... WREN!"
*****
"Aish! Another stupid heroine!"
"Seriously why is she stuck to that guy huh?!" the woman in black sounds frustrated as she closes the book before slumping down the couch.
Even though I couldn't see her face, I could tell that she was extremely annoyed. I took my time to look around my surroundings.
The room is small and dark compared to my room this is smaller. Our maids room was bigger than this. It is undeniably messy too. A light suddenly omitted from a device she's holding; she suddenly sobbed uncontrollaby.
I'm walking towards her to ask her something, but... what she said scared me.
"If I'm her, I will freaking twist the neck of that 3rd Prince."
I back down. What is this feeling apart from fear? Why do I understand her foreign language all of the sudden?
"The night of the rebellion..."
I crouched down as I heard a rasp-like voice in my head. Like the pouring rain; words keep raining inside my head, the voices jumbled altogether like I'm solving a mystery problem. It's painful. My head throbbing more and more.
"The Palace blaze in the cold night, fire spreads everywhere. The smell of burning meat and wood wafts in the air followed by the sound of metal clashings—wailings, and the pleas of civilians and nobles below. Zairon stood in front of the palace with his bloody sword— blood in his face and that very blood of whom he killed had etched into his memory. As he stared at the blazing palace with no emotion in his eyes. All he could think was that his plans worked perfectly..."
Images soon flowed in my mind. There is a man with dark blue hair standing in front of the palace while it burns. Suddenly, he looked back and his bloody red eyes stared right at me. We stared at each other then he stepped towards me. I could feel my legs wobbled from fear as his body bathed in blood and from the hues of the fire.
"Morning came and the rebellion was finally over with the Palace burned to the ground. No other Imperial bloodline has survived the night, as the 3rd Prince ruthlessly killed his family. The remaining heir to the throne, Zairon Sav de Beauvior became the Emperor, after the tragic day and known as a Tyrant emperor for years."
Zairon? Isn't that the name of the 3rd prince?
"His Fiancé, Wren Vacarella, died in the hands of the tyrant the very same day he killed his family. He soon annihilated all of the remaining Vacarella bloodline, none spared..."
With a trembling body I recited every word like it was at the back of my mind. Coincidentally there is a mirror at the corner. My reflection in the mirror... it is the same—!
I was interrupted by a loud shout and banging on the table.
"This crappy book! Why did he name the book like some dreamy romance when they give me nothing but heart ache and pain!"
Her fingertips were fast as she continued to tap something on the device and then the scene changed. I'm in the middle of somewhere, my eyes squinted at the blinding lights everywhere, gradually adjusting with the brightness and noises around. Everything moves fast while it is crowded.
I look around everything looks foreign and different. Somehow, I feel like I knew this place a long time ago.
"Hey Miss! Look Out!"
I spun around and saw a young woman stuck in her place, there was a moving vehicle coming right at her. It's the very same woman in the dark room. She was holding paper bags in her chest while reading on her device—
Before I knew it, I was at her place. The lights in front of me are blinding, but I didn't close my eyes nor tore my gaze at it, and then everything hurts and blurry. I can't hear the voices of other people near me. Except the fact that they were panicking.
Painful. I couldn't even move my body and it was cold. Right, ever since I saw myelf on the mirror I finally understood that these were my memories in my past life.
---------------------------------------------------
I've been transmigrated here... as Wren Vacarella. The Eldest daughter of Duke Vacarella. Now that I think of it. It must be around the time when Wren had an accident during her first two years.
Ha... why am I transmigrated as Dead Heroine? I can accept it if I was a Villainess though since I can still live well.
But this is the first time I read a novel that has a heroine who died at the hands of her beloved. What kind of nonsense is that?
"Does anywhere hurt, Young Miss?" I shook my head and answered, "I'm fine."
"Just let her rest for a few days Your Grace."
My mother in this World... Carina Vacarella. The Saintess of the Beauvior Empire and the wife of the strongest knight in the Empire.
Carina is described as a loving mother, kind hearted and a Beauty. Which is true and that kindness is what will kill her in the future. A murder disguised as a bandit accident when she's on her way back home after visiting her hometown.
"Mother, I heard Wren wake up."
Caesar Vacarella, Wren's older brother. In the future he will be the aide of the 3rd Prince just because he was close with him and mainly because of me.
Ha... my older brother will become single until he dies. That 3rd Prince how could he do this to my Family? My family has too many potential to be stars in my world if they were born in my past life.
"Wren are you okay?"
"I'm alright, Brother." I smiled at him when I saw Astreia behind his back. "Astreia was worried."
Seriously, When my Past life memories haven't been awakened I didn't appreciate their looks. But, damn. Even the young ones took the genes as well.
I should also save these genes from being erased in history.
"Oh, By the way the 3rd Prince will come later and..."
At the mention of the 3rd Prince, I could feel my heart thump loudly.
"W-Why is his Highness coming?..."
I couldn't see him now like he was a harmless kid when in fact he was the reason I'm going to die in the future!
Caesar looks at me in confusion. Like I asked something unnatural.
"Since when did you refer to him as 'his highness'? Besides that Wren you proposed to him and the Emperor is already considering it."
...
'I must hit my past self for putting us in death's door'
I'm breaking in cold sweat as I realized what he just said. Oh god, I'm in deep trouble.