4 Are You the Princess? (1/2)

/How the hell do I even begin answering that question? Wait.../

I blurt out, ”Princess!? Who?”

Poor Andri looks so confused, ”you?”

My mouth hangs open. So not only am I, possibly forever, stuck in a mental breakdown. I take the place of the kill-happy maniac, masquerading as a princess.

/...And here I thought it would be just another Tuesday./

I take a deep breath, rather than scream at the Gods for the shitty hand they dealt.

”Do you know who you are?”

”Didn't you just say I'm Princess Nadia?” When all else fails, lie and play along. After all, what's the harm? If I'm going to be trapped in my mind, I might as well enjoy it.

Andri and Irvin glance at each other.

”Are you saying you remember nothing at all?” Andri clarifies.

”I remember some things, but mostly everything is a blur,” I hedged.

”So you don't remember being taken from the castle? Or how you got here?”

I scrunch my face up as though I'm in deep thought. ”Not really.”

They share another look. Andri hesitates. A rarity, considering his usual inability to read the mood before saying whatever comes to mind.

”Are you Princess Nadia?”

And there's the awkward medic we've come know and love. Does he expect me to say, 'No, I'm an imposter; I replaced the princess and planned to rule the world.' Followed by evil cackling. For a moment, it even looks like Irvin is going to wack him in the back of the head. It takes a long moment before I answer because I had to keep myself from laughing.

I reply, ”who else would I be?” Acting like a sweet little amnesiac who could do no wrong.