She opened her eyes,gasping. The overhead light was gone. The familiar scent of coffee and stale air from her apartment was gone.
She lay on silk sheets the colour of melted gold. Above her,a canopy embroidered with silver thread rose to the ceiling painted with impossible constellations. The air was cool,heavy and smelled like the royal greenhouses. Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the confusion.
She sat up, finding her nightgowns was now heavy velvet,ridiculously trimmed with lace. She bolted out of the bed and stumbled towards the nearest reflective surface; a tall, glided mirror standing beside an antique wardrobe.
The woman who stared back was not Char.
She was younger,maybe nineteen,with impossible pale strawberry blonde hair woven into intricate braids that cascaded over one shoulder. Her eyes were a stunning shade of teal emerald eyes(ocean eyes). Her face was beautiful, slightly whitish and aristocratic.
Char's mind performed a quick analysis as she remembered the description;
Blonde hair
Green ocean eyes
Daughter of Sir(e) Rhys
Spoiled, cruel and destined for ruin.
A high pitched, feminine scream tore from her throat. It sounded foreign, dramatic and completely unlike her own voice.
"I'm Aurelia Genevieve Rhys" she whispered and repeated it a few times more as if trying to accept reality and etch it into her mind.
"I'm witnessing a novel plot,it is:"
Isekai
in my
Favorite
Novel.
{Anachronism-The Series 1}.