I never quite believed in the whole, 'Yay, I was reincarnated!' folly where people after getting hit by a truck would be real, however I always had some hopes for it before becoming famous.
And now, there I was in a tightly contained place, a tunnel facing glaring lights.
The last thing I remembered was streaming to the thousands of my fans in a studio.
Had I died? If so, how? Assasination, or a deliberate car accident? I wouldn't accept anything less for my own demise.
I didn't remember wronging anyone, but then again being as famous as me it's only natural you'd have someone wanting you dead.
The pressure forcing me forward towards a new world made me forgo the hopes of this being a dream.
The journey took an eternity, and then as if I were looking through a foggy window, I struggled with blurriness facing glaring lights which I could certainly say were the demons themselves casting divine punishment into my eyes forcing me to shut them close.
It was surprisingly quiet, when I tried to talk only a soft cry came out.
Much to me not being a fan of being reincarnated at the moment, it appears I just entered a -
'Yay, I was reincarnated folly..'
Being a natural born gamer, and enthusiastic for reincarnation trope stories I rolled with the ride.
Slowly and painfully I opened my eyes again, they were bombarded by different colors and presences, it took a bit of time for my infant eyes to get used to the light, a not so appealing face moved into my sight of line, long white beard, white face and bald wearing a pair of glasses. He seemed to be the doctor but not wearing a doctor's gown, instead elegant blue robes tinted with gold.
More notably than that, we weren't in any kind of a hospital room. On the contrary I was on a fluffy comfortable bed, with curtains covering each of its sides, in a room lit by candles and a handful of maids waiting quietly, bowing with their eyes shut closed.
The glaring lights being cast by demons themselves it appears would be the chandelier just above us.
Who in their right mind put something that bright there?
The doctor spoke up, "Congratulations, madam. He is a healthy boy."
Wait..
For starters, it appeared wherever I got sent to, I understood the language. Good, learning a new language all over again would give me ptsd.
Glancing around I saw the woman who had clearly just given birth to me, naturally I assumed she's what would take the figure of 'Mother' in my new life.
Weirdly enough despite her very appealing body, naturally gifted chest, brown eyes and long black hair falling over her white pale face I couldn't feel a slight amount of lust, on the contrary she felt lovely and quite elegant.
I felt the strong urge to just crawl on to her, hold and never let go. I wondered if this was the instinct of every newborn baby?
I continued to cast my eye around the room, and taking a closer look I noticed despite immediately knowing who my mother would be, I couldn't quite catch the sight of the father.
No, on the contrary, he wasn't even there to begin with.
Excluding the male older doctor there wasn't any other male person in the room.
I heard my mother for the first time, her voice was slightly cold yet warm at the same time. "Doctor, why isn't this.. Thing crying? I heard newborns usually cry their hearts out?"
This thing..?
I wasn't a parent in my life, hell I wasn't even an adult quite yet. I was barely nineteen, but do mothers usually call their newborns a thing?
My thoughts were interrupted by the doctor's voice, appealing to calm my mother's worry if it even was one to begin with.
"Don't worry Mrs. Reyndell, there are numerous cases where an infant wouldn't cry. If anything, it could be a strong sign of a future strong ruler much like his father."
At that remark I noticed my mother's eyes light up slightly, with a hint of a smile peering onto her face.
More importantly, a ruler? Good, I was born as someone important. That both excited and worried me.
He continued, "I'll be available in case of your need. Now, Mrs. Reyndell gets some rest. It would be for the best, as for the baby I recommend assigning a maid to take care of it."
It again?
My mother nodded and raised her finger pointing at a slightly taller maid with blue eyes and black hair, her skin white but not as pale as my mother's, "Good idea, you there."
As the doctor left the maid slightly flinched her head even lower then whispered "Y-Yes madam?"
She ordered her to take care of me, and leave her to rest, not to interrupt her for any reason and to even feed me.
That marked my first day in a completely new world after I died.
The following weeks after being reincarnated was a new kind of torture for me.
Not having any control over my motor capabilities I couldn't do much more than wave my slightly cubby limbs left and right, and even that got tiring quite quickly.
And to an even worse pain than not being able to stand up and walk, I realized I was not yet the master of my own bladder.