1 Reincarnated

Everyone has a role.

In this world, a king protects his people while the queen stands by the king's side and protects her loved ones behind shadows. The head knights plead their loyalty to their king and queen and the maids serve them with honour.

But these roles, these social hierarchies, I'm going to burn every inch of it and establish a country where discrimination among my people will no longer exist.

It's been a week I've arrived here as my twenty-year-old self. I was convinced I was executed and no matter how many times I told myself this is all a dream, I had to accept I transported to my past.

I, a thirty-year-old Princess who's heart bleed with envy, destroyed my younger brother and my crimes reversed, granting me a title; the murder princess. It carried a weight on my shoulder, so heavy that turned my eyes meaningless. Everyone I loved turned their backs on me and I was left in a pit of darkness.

But things are going to be different now. I'm no longer my old self. I'm not going to make the same mistakes ever again and will rule this kingdom as the ideal queen.

Right now, I need to work on myself. I remember when I was twenty, I had a nasty temper and would constantly harm those who would be a threat or simply I found it as my entertainment tormenting the people in our mansion.

As I rose from my bed, a soft knock reached my ears.

"Come in," I said.

A maid in her twenties merged and stood a good distance between us. I noticed her eyes were glued at the floor and her body was trembling. For a second, I thought it was because of the cold breeze from my balcony but there was no wind. Realization struck me, she was afraid. Afraid of me.

I used to abuse all my maids and the sight of them pleading for mercy made my blood turn cold. I was mad. Mad at myself. I abused my power and scarred them for life.

Releasing a breath of exhaustion. I asked what her name was.

"Z-zaina," she stuttered.

"Zaina, what brings you here?" I answered politely but my tone turned cold against my will.

"T-the madam wants you to eat breakfast with the family!" she bowed and in one swift movement, she was sprinting out of my room.

I laughed, not because of her behaviour but at myself. I'm nothing but a princess with anger issues in their eyes and that needs to change.

Walking to my wardrobe, there were multiple dresses in diverse styles. My previous self would wear shimmering dresses but this time, I need something different. Something more dangerous.

Ordinarily, maids would dress me but I don't need it. I'm sure I can dress up myself quite fine.

My eyes settled on a dark navy blue dress, no diamonds or shiny elements were on it. The corner of my lips slightly perked at it. I snuggled into my dress, left my wavy charcoal black hair reached my waist and applied no more than an eyeliner as my make up.

I needed this change. I'm well aware everyone thinks of me I'm nothing more but a spoilt Princess but that part of me has died long ago. Other then the people in our mansion and my family, no other person takes me seriously and hence, the sudden change of behaviour and outfits is going to make them do the opposite.

Stepping out of my room, Charles, the head of the Shadow Knights, stood outside of my room, guarding me against any danger. He noticed my presence and immediately dropped down to his right knee and bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Princess," he said, with his eyes on the floor.

Charles De Vincent, the strongest and the fearest Knight in history, had his head down before me. He's a powerful figure, we grew close when I got older but right now, I don't deserve this treatment from him or anyone. I took a deep breath.

"Get up," I declared.

"Pardon?" He replied, startled.

"Charles De Vincent, I order you to get up this instant," I said once more, slicing his expression from shock to serious. In a matter of seconds, he stood strong on his feet, presenting me with a greater view of his appearance.

His snowflake white hair gracefully rested above his forehead and had his inflamed red orbs staring at me in utter confusion. For a man, he looks beautiful, capturing the hearts of countless girls becoming weak from his single stare but his features doesn't have any effect on me.

I began walking towards the dining room, where my family waited for my arrival. Charles followed behind in silence but I noticed his sword dangling from his waist. I was itching to touch it but refrained myself. I love swords. Before I arrived here, I would often train swordsmanship with Charles. In case, Charles wasn't around, I wanted to protect myself from any form of danger so I practised day and night. I can still feel the sword fiercely swinging within my grasp in excitement. The feeling is fresh and I can feel my heart racing at the sight of touching a sword once more.

"Princess, I'm surprised you knew my name," Charles spoke, breaking me from my thoughts. I was never aware of anyone's names, surely everyone believed it but I realized after living for thirty years from future, I've memorized the names of not only those who served me but other influential figures too, striking me a great advantage.

"Why wouldn't I know the names of my people?" I slightly turned at him and coolly replied.

His lips perked to a soft smile, nearly crushing my calm and confident manner.

That was the first time I've seen Charles smiled, a real smile.