Aelira
The day I passed out in the hospital wing, I thought I'd died. It was so much pain and too much hazy to catch up that I immediately understood I was dying.
But then I opened my eyes again and found myself breathing again—in this whole new world.
I never believed in those bullshits about rebirth and transmigration. I only thought of them as fictional cliché things. Until a week ago—
The people here were convinced that I aka their Aelira had lost her memory and was slowly recovering them. So everyone here is so gentle with me. So gentle that sometimes I feel I'm betraying their trust (smiling without any emotions emoji).
At first I was confused about who Aelira was. But actually I am the one transmigrated into Aelira's body. The fuck I know about Aelira is that she's the princess of this kingdom named Sylvaris.
A princess! I wanted to laugh hysterically at that absurd truth.
I'm standing on the balcony of my room. That's another thing I feel absurd about—my room—it's vibrant with paintings and flowers and shiny decorations (most of which are gold and amethyst). It feels more like an exhibition hall than a bedroom. This was the reason my conscience shouted at me that I have, for real, entered into a princess's body.
The sight of the vibrant green mountains and the beautiful kingdom is right in front of my eyes. The royal garden is stretched beneath where I can see all kinds of roses blooming with their utmost beauty.
I see two figures I've become familiar with, walking along the garden. One is the old but elegant man and the other is the young handsome guy. They both were the ones most concerned when I first opened my eyes here. They've reasons for that though.
They're my.. I mean Aelira's only family here. The king, Aelira's father, Evander Sylvaris. And the one beside him is the crown prince, her elder-brother, Alaric Sylvaris.
The little I've learnt from the royal library here is that house Sylvaris were the ones who found and built this kingdom 200 years ago. Sylvaris stands in the middle of two other kingdoms—Velmora and Drakmore—and works as a bridge gap between them, maintaining neutrality.
And the most ironic thing which hit my butts was that all the three names of the kingdoms are exactly the same as the novel 'Ashes of The Crown'.
But this is just bullshit! A world built inside a novel is just a story with zero possibility of turning out to be a real universe.
"Your highness, how are you feeling today?" My maid asked me as she entered my room to do her afternoon duty.
"I'm feeling better, Sora." I smiled at her and sat onto the chair in front of the dressing table.
Sora is my personal maid. And her only job is to maintain my face and my dress up three times a day.
A luxurious life of a princess indeed!
"Did you take your medicine today, your highness?"
"Yes, the healer had come to see me and fed me the medicines."
"I need to say, you're recovering quickly and the proof is your beauty, your highness!" She dramatically exclaims. "When you were ill, your face had turned so pale, all the palace maids cried day and night for you. But look at you now. The flush beauty is returning to you!"
I laugh awkwardly. I'm not used to this cheekiness. Everyone in the palace does it to me. I guess Aelira was really a charming palace chick. Well, now that I'm looking at myself in the mirror, I can't deny that Aelira is pretty.
I am pretty. To be precise.
I'm still not quite used to my new body. But Aelira has that beauty one can't look away from. Silver hair, pointy nose, full rosy lips and pink cheeks—girl is a walking Da Vinchi painting for real. It's also reasonable as both Evander and Alaric have those illegal handsome features.
The only thing which is different in my face is the colour of my eyes. I've got hazel eyes whereas both of them have deep blue eyes. They say I've got my mother's eyes.
Mother… Ironically, both me and Aelira have been missing our mother's love in some way or another.
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The palace garden is extraordinarily pretty no matter how many times I look at it. And now that I'm sitting inside the garden, I can't help but please both my eyes and my nostrils.
"You seem to have recovered fully, Aelira." Alaric says to me with a warm smile on his face.
"Of course, brother! It's been three months since I collapsed." I give a sip to my teacup. This is the famous Sylvaris tea which is rich in aroma.
"But you had us almost gone mad when you couldn't remember anything, dear." Father says with the same worry in his eyes. His eyes alone tell me how much he treasures me.
Well, I've somehow created my habit of calling Evander 'father' and Alaric 'brother' in the past few months.
When I'm called Aelira, I better be her.
The conclusion I've come to is that the real princess had collapsed and died before I possessed her body. But why did I possess her body?
I still have doubts about whether I'm in another universe or in the novel I'd died while reading. Because the world building is exactly the same. But in that novel, there was never a mention of this kingdom's internal story. Honestly speaking, the novel was all about only Velmora.
"Have you got control over your powers?" Alaric asks.
"Oh that.. I'm trying…" I reply sheepishly.
Alaric sighs, "I'd guessed much." He twirls his forefinger in the air and I feel a trickle on my left cheek. "Mud. Are you trying to be a full time cultivator?" He laughs.
Oh yeah, this man has water abilities. So has his father. Everyone with abilities has got a mark on their back. It's like a tattoo of which elemental ability one possesses. The only difference is that the 'mark' is visible on the body since birth.
The Sylvaris royal family is known for its water ability. That's the reason it maintains neutrality without getting into conflict and the other kingdoms also don't try to invade us—one order and swoosh, the invading kingdom will be buried under the ocean.
A fantasy world is cool right?
But here I am, who's got a weird ability.
The ability of regeneration. This means growing, healing and suppression. It's a beautiful ability if worked on lands and flowers. But in core addition, it's useless for fights.
"My powers do not leak through me all the time now." I say to them. "It's just.. flows too much in one go sometimes..."
"That's all right, sweetheart." Father says. "You don't have to push yourself too hard."
"...yes father." I don't know when I got this attached to these two men who call me their family.
Maybe, because all I've ever wanted is a loving family and all they've ever cared for is their dear princess, I've got reincarnated into this body.
I don't feel this life is absurd anymore. As long as I can make them happy being their Aelira, I'll do what I can.