244 She Who Traveled To The Past 1 (2/2)

”Milady, please wake up now. Breakfast will be served in thirty minutes. The master and the mistress wouldn't want to see you late again.”

'Who's the master and the mistress?'

She groggily rose from the mattress and held her forehead.

When she asked those question, she suddenly felt an extreme headache attacking her. It felt like her skull was breaking or being forcefully split open.

She wanted to groan, but no voice came out of her. What?

Fully awake and aware of her surroundings, cold sweat began to form and roll down on her back.

She held her breathe.

The room looked very ancient. The kind which she suspected would only appear in a medieval setting.

As she roamed her eyes around, she saw so many oddities that rivaled the presence of incense in her room.

'... Draperies, old-fashioned oil lamp, four-foster bed with a very ancient feel, Oh, good lord... Where the heck am I?'

The headache immediately disappeared, as if it was just a passing joker. However, it left her so many confusing things to worry about.

The first thing was, when she asked who the master and mistress was, her brain could now answer her,

'Duke Eduard Seymour. Duchess Irina Seymour... my father and mothe----'

As one part of her brain was answering, another part suddenly chimed in,

'WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?'

Another bout of headache ensued and then when it stopped, feeling like she lost all strength in her body, she collapsed again in her maroon themed bed.

Now that she thought of it, everybody knew she loved the color sky blue. So why the heck was she in a bed of red?

When that annoying part of her brain began to answer again, she felt like the sky had collapsed before her eyes.

She began gasping for breath, so much that the maid who came in to check on her became alarmed and started to shout,

”M-Milady! Milady, are you alright!?”

The reaction of this black and white uniformed woman looked so silly like she was more afraid of her current condition than her.

Wendy cursed in her mind. She felt so confused. And at a loss.

Thankfully, the other part of her brain was working well and had dictated her to act normal, or at least, make an excuse now for her past behavior.

With a forced smile on her lips, and a hand grabbing tightly on the chest part of her sleepwear, she said in a voice that sounded so distant yet familiar to her,

”Martha, I'm sorry. Please tell them I can't come to join them for breakfast. I don't feel really well.”

When the maid whose age was in the early twenties nodded at her and hesitantly left, she buried her face in the soft and fluffy pillow.

Unease and fear flooded her whole system.

It was so alarming suddenly finding that in her memories, she knew the name of this female stranger.

But what was more alarming was she found out that if the memories were correct, it meant that she was no longer in Alina City, or anywhere in Country F.

God knows how she badly wished that the other woman denied that she was Martha...

Unfortunately, the maid nodded, confirming to her the very fantasy-is far-fetched reality that she was now in the past, or in another world.

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