Tuesday, September 11, 2018

YAT Chapter 1: A game setting




The first time Miyabi played that game, she thought, about the villainess, what a brainless, jealous and insipid girl. Being so powerful served her nothing at all. She should exchange it with some IQ points. At the time she just couldn’t understand the fixation that girl had, always shouting at the heroine incentive things like “you’re below me”, “weak”, “worthless”, “know your place!” and when she would fail at the end, she wouldn’t be remorseful at all and kept on being a crazy person, her craziness a step higher, “why can’t it be me!” “Why can’t I have what you have!” “Why is your fate so good?”. Now though, Miyabi feels like she understands where the other comes from.

Let’s talk about it a bit more clearly for it to be understandable. The game Miyabi played recently, was an otome one. It was quite generic without too many distinguishable traits or anything; and honestly, it wouldn’t even pass the bar to become something that could mark her. It was just good enough to while away the time on the train, in the toilets, when she didn't want to pay attention to a conversation and was pretending to work on her phone or things close to that. It was quite plain in her opinion, without any eye-catching novelty. The twist, if one should call it that, was maybe that in there the more powerful you were the more respected you would be. Power came before nobility. The exception was, of course, the heroine, Andrea. It wasn’t that she was awfully weak, she was just average which was quite the contrast considering all the powerful people she befriended through the game. It was certainly striking. That fact, anyway, was just something of the beginning for in the middle of the game the heroine would-, oh this is going too fast. Let’s take it slower.

So, the settings was that of a game centered around mana. Andrea was the child of Baron Mitch, born from a frail mother, somewhat late in their marriage. It was thought to be the reason for Andrea’s own fragility. In contrast to her problematic health, she was beautiful and extremely cute, adored by her parents, her servants and her friends.

The game premise was, without surprise, the school of Elite, a school where the highest nobility and the more outstanding children studied and perfectioned their attributes. There, Andrea met the capture targets one after the other gaining moral support and confidence from them who liked her personality and didn’t disdain her for being weak compared to them. 

The game had some locked routes that could be unlocked under specifics circumstances and there was even a harem route.

The villains were different depending on the target you were pursuing but there were still recurrent ones and Meirin was definitely one of them. Her character's background wasn’t really as detailed as that of the heroine and the capture targets, more so that Miyabi hadn’t finished the game yet, so many secrets were still unknown to her. What she knew, however, was that Meirin was the adopted daughter of Duke Strassget. She was a powerful wind and fire wielder. With her rank and talent, she could easily compete as a candidate to become the crown prince’s fiancée. She was actually the best candidate amongst them all.

In the crown prince’s, Lutterghen Rothingdam’s, route, she sees the heroine as beneath her, bullied her for associating herself with higher nobility despite her lack of talent.

In Alder Mattking’s route, the prime minister’s son, she sees the heroine as a person undeserving of nobility altogether, so she pressured her. Almost the same mindset was used in her stepbrother’s route, also an adopted son, Ilais Strassget. Meirin appeared in a couple more routes and is revealed, later, to be the main reason behind the heroine’s bullying.

As comeuppance for her sins, Meirin was sometimes jailed, exiled or at worst, killed. At the time, when she was playing, Miyabi didn’t think much of it. After all, that person too was aiming to harm or possibly kill the heroine.

Now though, as she carefully touched the small hands, information flooded in her brain and many things became clearer. Since it became something of real life, of course, there would be somewhat of an explanation behind that villainess’s craziness. And indeed there was: a deeply seated jealousy, which in truth, had little to do with power, nobility or even the crown prince’s heart. It was that Meirin was terribly jealous of Andrea, full stop.

Meirin’s past could be considered quite bleak if not dark. She had grown up with an extremely demanding mother who put a lot of pressure on her. Thus, no matter what she did, she had to be the best or she would be thrown away, she was always repeated. Having already been abandoned by her biological father –something that her dear mother never forgets to remind her-, there was in her a constant fear that her mother too would abandon her. If that happened, then what would become of her? So, Meirin worked diligently. Her mother, later, remarried a duke, duke Strassget, who adopted her and gave her his name. From then on, the pressure got bigger. She was now carrying the “Strassget” name after all. When another child was adopted in the house to be a Strassget too, it got worse. If Meirin was considered talented, then this child was a genius. She couldn’t help resenting her stepbrother a bit. He was easily named the heir while she was forgotten, and now her adoptive father’s wish was for her to take the position of the crown princess. She was constantly given pressure, never praised for her hard work; in the long run, she turned into somewhat of a cold and hard to approach sort of person. When, upon meeting Andrea who was, not only weak but of smaller status too, yet still given more love, affections, and respect than she had ever been, the fact didn't sit well with her and her resentment grew. Added to that the fact that the girl's family's name was Mitch, Meirin, faced with such dispositions, could only snap. Why so? That biological father who rejected her yet loved this other child of his was none other than Baron Mitch! After all, her mother made no secret to her of who her real father was.

By fighting her half-sister left and right, Merin was substituting and actually fought what represented that unloving father. How good would it be to hurt that beloved and precious child of his? Which expression would be carved on his face if she did? 

So yes, Miyabi could see where this villainess came from. The she who was of higher status, way more powerful but still, inexorably, always lose when against that half-sister of hers. Maddening, indeed. That Miyabi understood didn’t mean she cautioned or condoned what Meirin did, of course. After all, the one who abandoned her was Baron Mitch, what then was she doing harassing his child? If you have the ability then directly confront the man! The one who keeps reminding her that she will be abandoned was her wretched mother. Shut that woman up! The one who was making her uneasy was duke Strassget… toss his name away! With her ability, certainly, it wouldn’t be that difficult!

The heroine really did nothing to the girl, so the misplaced anger was unfair. But Meirin was a teenager and like most of them, when they couldn’t hurl at the real responsible of their misery they search for another outlet for their anger. Andrea, in the end, was just Meirin’s punching bag. Although she couldn’t agree with Meirin, Miyabi could now understand what the game never explained, so she knew at the very least that there was more to this villainess than an insipid and braindead girl.

That Miyabi's death actually led her to that game’s setting was just… unbelievable! She had troubles believing even now.

Did Miyabi transmigrate into the villainess you ask? Oh, wouldn’t that have been wonderful? To her dismay, however, the answer was a resounding no. It was even worse than that. She actually transmigrated into the wretched mother, Yzaide and in front of her, two peacefully sleeping babies! 

YAT Prologue



Does true love exist?

Maybe.

Does it really last forever?

Who knows. Miyabi will never bet on it anyway.

It wasn’t that Miyabi was unwilling to believe in the vows her friends had taken just the week before, but mostly, it was that the sweetness and lightheadedness provoked by the emotion called love could only last for a time. For a marriage to work, there needs to be a certain level-headedness and willingness to stay together for a lifetime; more than just acknowledging the other’s faults, one should also learn to live with it. Having being married herself, Miyabi knew what she was talking about. Although it was true that some marriage doesn’t survive past the honeymoon, hers was still on a good track. He was her sweetheart since high school, they were still together all through university. Obviously, the sweetness of their love was still very much present. After graduation, the first thing they did was getting married. They were twenty-two then. It had been pure bliss for one full year. Then for work, he had to travel to another country while her own professional life demanded her to stay where she was. He was on constant moves while she was rooted in the same place. Theirs became a long distance relationship.

It was fine in the beginning. With recent technology, it was as good as though they were in the same place, there were computers, phones and they could each travel to see the other if the longing was getting too much… Still, it wasn’t quite the same. In the end, their professional life got more between them and they hadn’t much time left for the other. Thus, slowly, steadily, they drifted apart and after five years, the decision to divorce was quite mutual. There hadn’t been any cheating, any resentment left, and surprisingly no lingering attachment. Miyabi just felt numb through the whole process. They were together for so many years, but in the end, it ended just like that… Indeed, they were both responsible for this failure or if they had to blame something, then the distance sounded like a good target, rather than saying they didn’t love enough.

Her friends, however, said that they were both too selfish and stubborn, unwilling to adjust their workplaces or schedule to one another. Maybe, that had been the case, but what could Miyabi do about it. Perhaps, just like her friends said, they –herself and her husband- didn’t love enough to put the other first and that theirs was more of contentment than love. Though, Miyabi begged to differ.

Since the divorce, she didn’t go out with anyone, didn’t even know where she was supposed to start to do so. Her whole life she had known only one man. Every one of her acquaintances seemed to be marrying recently, one after the other. Now, they were dead set on hooking her with someone, even though she only divorced last year. When she would reply that she wasn’t ready yet, they surprisingly would gaze at her with pity sighing that it wasn’t true love at all and for some reasons, their resolve to find a partner for her would double. Those friends could be quite exhausting once they were fixed on one mindset. After last week’s marriage, it got even worse.

That was why, right this very moment, she was seated all by herself in the last train to go home. She had indeed, successfully avoided them tonight, lest they would push another poor man in her way. The last one had even been Julia’s direct subordinate! Poor him, what an irresponsible superior he had!

Really, some peace was quite good from time to time. Tomorrow was Saturday, and knowing her friends, they would certainly plan another blind date for her. She could already feel her head ached at the thought. To clear her mind, she took out her phone from her pocket to play through the travel to her station. The train wasn’t packed so she could move freely. The game was quite silly, really and the reason she first started playing it was because she inadvertently clicked on its advertisement while on another app and got curious. However, it was still good enough for times like these and playing, she somehow reminisced her teens days when she would search for all kind of ridiculous games to fill her days.

Suddenly, the train shook. A couple of wagons away, cries and shouts could be heard. The light went off. Someone near her screamed, the train shook again, throwing people on the ground, some knocking themselves on the train’s walls. Everyone was shouting and screaming for help as the train suddenly fell from one side while advancing at a high speed.

What happened after, Miyabi wasn’t quite clear. She knew though, that her last thought had been that she should have just taken her friends’ advice and went home with that man who asked her out that evening!

Yet Another Transmigration


Description: She died and entered an otome game. She understood at last that the plot wasn’t something that you could just ignore or run away from. The blasted thing would always come knocking!

Genres: Transmigration, game, otome game, fluffiness, slices of life, 

Table Of Contents

Glossary

Prologue
Chapter 1: Game Setting
Chapter 2: Twin brother
Chapter 3: Breastfeeding
Chapter 4: Adapting
Chapter 5: Runs in the family
Chapter 6: The baron's visit
Chapter 7: One step at a time
Chapter 8: New life
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:

Thursday, September 6, 2018

The Bored Girl Chapter 3: Ducal domain




Rosacrea was both the title of the Duke and also the name of his domain. It was a vast one, just after the Green mountain. Rosacrea laid after the colline and was secured by its relief. It had the size of a vast city but its security could be compared to that of the capital, the topography of the region playing a big part in that. So, even though the war was raging at the western side of the country, this place was quite peaceful.

The Duke's manor was located on the mountain itself, hidden by its forest. From her windows, Annabeth couldn't really see the city that lay beneath the mountain but she hoped that if she asked, she would be granted the authorization to go and see it for herself. 

Harrison Page, Duke of Rosacrea, but still most known as Duke of Tulips -for Rosacrea was a place full of tulips of all species-, stood behind his window, seeing the retreating figure of his granddaughter by the glass. The man was sixty-two, though he didn't look them for, despite his all-white hair due to age, he was still as robust as when he was forty, if not better. These past two months, his grandchild -now, the only one left, sadly- had gotten better and he could let this one worry go. Though he failed his other family's members, this one, he would protect her until his last breath. He must. 

Once her figure disappeared into the stairs, the duke went near his small table, lifting the letter he had read the previous night. It was Ed's answer to his own missive. He had sent a letter to his son-in-law, explaining the little one's state. The general didn't say much, going straight to the point, thinking it better to let her not remember for now; at the end, he hoped that the duke could keep on taking care of his child. Like this Duke needed him to remember that!

How cruel though, that the child couldn't even recognize her own mother in the paintings and didn't ask even once after her brother. Did she really forget all about them? Despite that, she still looked happier so he was really hesitating on what to do.

“Maybe it’s for the best that she had forgotten the Duchesse,” the Duke had once caught the whisper of his pageboy when waves of laughter of the little girl entered their ears from the living room all the way to the duke's office; and indeed, Harrison had silently agreed at the time. Else, knowing their bound, wouldn't she have been devastated? She was now so full of life and energy, that was exactly how he wished she would stay.

Those memories, they wouldn't force it into her. If she remembered then she remembered and they would help her deal with the grief. For now, it was good to see her laugh and run and talk some more. It was enough that the grown-ups remembered.

The duke sat on the desk, and dragging the letter he was holding to the side, he took another blank paper from the stack at the top of the desk, dipped his feather in ink and started writing to the general.

***

The mealtime was always set perfectly. Every morning, the breakfast would be served at seven-thirty, the lunch was for one pm and the dinner was for seven pm sharp. Snacks, though, were served at her will not that she was authorized to have that many.

Annabeth wore the simple blue and white long dress that Iris left on her bed and let the aforementioned maid dressed her long vibrant hair, holding them with two blue ribbons. Looking at herself in the mirror, she found that she was really a pretty little girl and couldn't quite resist pinching her own cheeks just to see the effects. It was so bouncy and her skin so easy to mark. Just a little pinch and the place already became pink.  

Coming down the stairs, Annabeth found the duke was already seated behind his reserved chair in the dining room.


“Good morning grandfather,” she greeted happily, reigning in with great difficulty the desire to rush and hug him tight.

Even though he wasn’t that talkative, she quite liked greeting him loudly, every morning, before smiling, flashing him her dimples. She did that because every time it was as though he was ready to rebuke her but then seeing her smiling so innocently at him, he would restrain himself again. His stern expression would soften a little and he would smile a little bit. This time too, wasn't that different from the lasts.

He lifted his eyes from his book to look at her. The creases on his face slowly disappeared, his frown, momentarily leaving his face as he answered,

“Good morning, Annabeth, how are you?”

She beamed, "really, really good," and twirled just to show it. See, see, I am good and this happy, smile a little more for me, please.

However, the duke wasn't a telepath to know what his grandchild was thinking about. Instead, he closed his book, the servant by his right side came closer and he passed to him the book. Holding it, the servant retreated to his place again and the duke's attention returned to his daughter's child,

"By all means, take a seat, don't just stand there."

She pouted mumbling, “Do you never laugh, grandfather?” She was so happy. He should be happy with her!

"Don't mumble", he reproached, "talk intelligibly."

"Yes, grandfather," she said with no sincerity whatsoever but a delicate smile on her face still.

The old man's lips twitched debating between smiling and being angry. In the end, he coughed and pretend he didn't hear, just looking at the butler, who, understanding, tugged the chair for the little miss.

It wasn't that Annabeth was being insolent, but rather, with her grandfather, it was never a formal relationship and she didn't want in this world for it to become a formal one at all. Though she understood she wasn't in a normal family but in an aristocratic one, she still needed to feel familial warmth like before. So, though she wasn't sure what it was like before her arrival in this world, she hoped to bend their relationship to a more relaxed one. Little by little and who knows, maybe in the coming months she would be able to freely hug him every morning.


He was her sole relative -in this manor anyway- and Annabeth had always been particularly close with her grandfather, so, this person who looked so much like him, she couldn’t help herself associating them and it was quite easy to be open with him actually, contrary to what she feared. She didn’t talk all that much but whenever she did, he actually listened. He would pause whatever he was doing and give her his sole attention. In the two months time, she had spent here -in which just the recent two weeks and a half she had been reasonable- he never lost his temper with her, being patient.

The butler tugged the chair and she sat, softly thanking him. She was on the chair near her grandfather looking with a bit of a frown at the multiples spoons and forks in front of her. She raised her head then, to look at the man, waiting for him to start just so she could see which one was used for what. The long and richly decorated table was way too full for only two people but when she once voiced that previously, she was told not to mind, that it was, after all, for her to choose with ease whatever she wanted to eat. The servants came and opened the previously closed plates. A waft on multiple aromas came to her nose, tingling her and opening her appetite. In what she thought to be a sneaky glance, she returned to observing every gesture of the Duke.

The old man had the faintest smile as he remarked what she was doing for days now. When he raised his brow at her, she would just smile sheepishly and kept on imitating him. Although there was no need to be strict with manners in the house, he still couldn't let her forget everything, so, after he finished eating, this time, he announced,

“Since your body is better, you'll resume with your courses starting tomorrow."

Annabeth frowned. Would she be going to school? A hint of excitement spread in her heart.

"Courses, grandfather?"

"History, geography, mathematics and etiquettes."

"That...", the last one didn't sound all too great, "in school grandfather?"

He frowned, "No, the royal academy is open for those of twelve and forward. You can't go yet, you have to master the basics to be able to understand what they will teach there.

Her excitement died, and she said flatly, "that's so?"

The Duke's eyebrows twitched. Weren't her emotions too easily displayed?



The Bored Girl Chapter 2: A healthy body



Standing in front of a large mirror in her own water room, still in her nightgown, she stared at the young girl’s face and body, trying to memorize it all. This was now her. She was now this little girl. She was now a six years old child with long red hair and forest green eyes. Britannia Annabeth Delacour. Britannia Annabeth Delacour. She repeated her name a great number of times to make sure it would become a reflex to respond to it. When she felt that she could believe it, Annabeth smiled to herself and found that dimples easily appeared on her face.

For the past month, she didn’t try to break free nor did she restrain people from entering her room, so, they grew to relax, and finally started believing that the young miss's health was going better. The doctor came every morning to ask her questions and also make her drink some infusions. His name, he said, -when he tried once to calm her down as she was shooing him out of the room, scared of what he was giving her, doubting it to be the reason of what she thought was her hallucinations,- he said he was called Merry and that he was here not to hurt her but help her get better. At that time, of course, she wasn’t inclined to believe him and was dead set on trying to flee this place. It took her time to calm down and finally accepted that this was her new life.

Having her last life took medicine every single day of her existence, she couldn’t say she was happy to keep on doing so in this one too, but doctor Merry was really kind thus she couldn’t exactly keep on shunning him out and moreover, his infusions really helped with the occasional headaches she sometimes felt and the discomfort she experienced.

Her grandfather -since this was really what he was-, came to her bedroom too. Not every day but with two to three days of intervals, he would come and sit by her bedhead asking brief questions about her health. Sometimes he wouldn’t talk at all and bring things to read in silence while glancing at her from time to time. It went on like this for three weeks or so and when she finally voiced that she didn’t feel any headaches anymore, nor were her ribcage and thigh painful anymore, the doctor said that she could stop with the infusions. As for her memories, since they had yet to come back, they would do so in due time. As he was saying so, she thought that it was simply impossible, for she wasn’t the original child but still, she didn’t interrupt him nor disillusioned him.

Nowadays, she wasn’t restrained in her bedroom and had been authorized to go out; she would eat with her grandfather during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. At first, in front of all the spoons and forks, she quite panicked a bit not knowing which was for what but whatever she used, the man would look at her for a brief moment, before returning to his plate. She wondered a bit what he thought in his mind.

Contrary to her very own grandfather, this one wasn’t talkative, he rarely smiled and there was always a frown that marred his face. It was quite an intimidating sight sometimes. Though, no harsh words or rebuttal escaped his mouth no matter what she did. And she did plenty of things actually. In her ‘I should escape from this place’ phase she tried knocking down the servant that usually bring her food, trying her luck at leaving, only to be brought back before she even set foot out of the corridor, then she went on a hunger strike when she failed the first attempts, she tried after that to hide and tamper with the medicinal infusions she was given only to have her headaches worsening when she didn’t take the medicine in the appropriate time. Instead of losing their temper with her, everyone in the house tried pacifically to tell her that she had nothing to be scared of. No one seemed angry. The servants would politely call her ‘young miss’ and tried to soothe her saying that and this were the foods she preferred and had been cooked especially for her, the doctor would say in a gentle manner, ‘miss Delacour’ then proceeded to explain everything he put in this medicinal brewing of his, while her grandfather, in a brief and curt voice, would say ‘Annabeth’; he wouldn't add anything after that, but his eyes betrayed a certain distress which usually made her paused whatever she was outrageously doing.

Though, she had yet to be familiarized with the name to respond when called, thus the time she took to train every morning.

A knock sounded and she raised her voice a bit to permit the person to enter.

“Young miss?”, asked a young woman's voice with uncertainty and a bit of fear from the entrance.

“Here, Iris.”

Annabeth imagined the woman sighing in relief like she did almost every time she suffered a fright from not immediately seeing her mistress, only to hear her voice not far away. Iris directed herself to the water room where her young miss was in.

“Good morning, young miss,” smiled the maid from the door, “do the young miss wants me to draw a bath now?”

Iris was a bit short for the nineteen years she pretended to have, she was quite a slim woman with short brown hair. Although she was as flat as a board, she had gentle gestures and a delicate voice which didn't let people doubt her gender.

"Not yet", Annabeth responded flashing her a smile through the mirror as she started stretching, "did you bring it?"

The young maid's smile faltered a bit and in the end, she could only apologize while saying, "the sewing isn't done yet."

She was avoiding Annabeth's gaze and the other didn't insist, just continued stretching her muscles for in a bit. She needed to stretch, after all, she was going to run around the garden after that.

These last days, she couldn't stay in place anymore. For fifteen years, she had trouble just standing now that she had a healthy body, not putting it to use or maintaining her physique would be a waste. The only downside was that she had no clothes to run with. All her clothing was made of dresses and gown, so she had no choice but to run in her nightgown. It was ample and didn't bother her when running, just that it was too long. Her maids had made a fuss when she started her running activities but in the end, they were forced to calm down when they saw that the duke himself said nothing. However, they were adamant that she couldn't lift her too long nightgown to run. It was too indecent they said. Well, as compromise Annabeth could only ask for some pants to be made for her, but who knew that even after a full week these usually fast working people still hadn't finished even one. Clearly, they were waiting for her to grow bored of her game or maybe did they hope she would forget? Whatever it may be, she didn't quite care, she had plenty of nightgowns, so sweating in some wouldn't bother her at all!

Iris could only watch powerlessly as her young miss hurried out of the room almost running and she could only let out a sigh. This young miss was quite energic recently, the moment she could, she was always running!

The manor residents weren't completely awake, those that were, had already lit up the different rooms and respectfully call out to the young miss when she passed by them. It was still a bit dark outside, so not many people were in the corridors. Annabeth had memorized the passages by now, so after taking the long stairs and crossing the living room, she was taking a deep breath of fresh air. It was really good to be able to experience going out by herself.

It was a big garden where the different flowers had been arranged in different styles and patterns. There were mostly tulips, in all kind of colors, whether white or pink, red or violet, orange, yellow or green, every color was there. Apparently, tulips were the flowers that were most present in Rosacrea, maybe this was also the reason why the Duke of Rosacrea was also called Duke of tulip.

Annabeth took off her slippers and felt the lawn under her feet directly. It was such a sweet feeling she couldn't hold back her smile. She stretched a bit more before running at a slow pace first, along the lawn, regularly picking her pace.

From his chamber, the duke could see her perfectly. He had seen his granddaughter going down at the crack of dawn for two weeks now. She seemed to be full of energy each time and every time had a silly smile on her face. Annabeth had always been an optimist person, agreeable to be with, but now, she seemed even more carefree. Maybe it was for the best, he thought, that she couldn't remember the circumstances in which she lost her brother and mother.


***

Annabeth ran until the sky completely cleared up. She panted, regaining her breath as she slowly walked. It wasn't that she used to dream of being an athlete or anything like that, rather, she liked that feeling very much. Adored it actually: the exhaustion of her limbs, her heart beating at a rapid pace without the fear that it would suddenly stop. All of that still provoked no pain in her body, no terrible reaction, no vomits, no dizziness. Her feet were supporting her body just fine. She was, for once, a functional, normal human being!

Running around before breakfast was the best!

Iris stood not too far and when she saw that the young miss was finally finished, she went forward and draped her with a long sheet, covering her whole body. Annabeth didn't resist, and let herself be led inside.

As they were entering, Annabeth caught sight of the duke standing behind his windows, his gaze on her.

Struggling a bit, she freed her right hand and energetically waved at him, shouting at the top of her lungs to make sure he heard,

"Goodmorning grandfather!"

In the end, after a moment of hesitation, he lifted his hand and waved a bit before retreating further in his room, closing the heavy curtains. Despite that, Annabeth had a bright smile on her face.

The first day she had managed to persuade Iris to let her run around, Annabeth thought that if he found, this person would never let her continue and at the beginning, she didn't plan on running every day either, she just wanted to feel that sensation once in her life. Who knew that this duke had actually seen her from the very beginning and although he had a stern look on his face, he still didn't rebuke her. From her understanding of him now, this was his silent approval. Even if the temperament were different, she couldn't help but feel that this person was alike to her own grandfather, ready to support her.


***

Buckets of hot water were brought to her water room and filled the bathtub. Annabeth disrobed and by herself, she cleaned her body before entering the tub. The soap had the fragrance of tulips.

Meanwhile, Iris was taking out for her what she would wear for the day.

It wasn't that Iris wasn't in charge of bathing her too, or that Annabeth was shy and unwilling to be naked in front of someone. Actually, she was more accustomed to being helped in her bath than not. There were so many things that were restricted to her previously and she almost never bathed by herself. However, now that she had the possibility and the ability to do it, she rather does it. Although Iris was always there to scrub her back, after that, Annabeth would finish the rest by herself.

In the beginning, Iris would stand in the same room to make sure she properly bathed but now the maid would just come back later to help her dress.

A big smile on her lips and as she was scrubbing her short legs, Annabeth thought, she quite liked it here.


Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Fayre


Description: What could be worse? To enter a loveless marriage because you have a pushy grandfather? To spend the next six years, having miscarriage after miscarriage with doctors unable to do anything for you? And when for once your pregnancy seems to be going well, you have to be shaken by the news that your husband actually already had a child long before your marriage? Said child came to your house and so shocked and angry did you get that you fell down the stairs and miscarried again? Or maybe, is it to know that your maid was, in fact, the mistress of your husband all along and the child was in reality hers? To fight for years with all you have to take back your family’s properties from the others’ clutches only to have your car sabotaged and you ended with tetraplegia?

She really couldn't choose the one thing she regretted most of these all!

To say that Fayre had hated the three of them would be an understatement, the husband who took away her properties, the son who followed in his steps, and the mother who schemed all the way to prevent her from giving birth, Fayre used to dream about trampling on them all. Though she couldn’t really fathom to which extent, she knew she wanted to see them suffer. That was why certainly, after that accident, surprise was a euphemism for what she felt. When relatives and friends had deserted her and no one visited the infirm who couldn’t do anything anymore, the one who was constantly by her side in the end, was that same son, whose arrival had put her world upside down.

When she breathed her last, it was still that same son who asked for forgiveness…

Opening her eyes, lying in a pool of her own blood, her husband’s illegitimate child who was once again eight years in front of her stood frightened… 

Given a second shot at life, could things really be forgiven?


Genres: Rebirth, Second chance, motherhood, family, home, slices of life, romance 

Table Of Contents


Prologue
Chapter 1: First encounter
Chapter 2: Lying bastard
Chapter 3: 
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6 
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16 

Chapter 3: Unexpected consequences

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