1 Chapter 1 - A bit about me

I'm not someone who usually has much to say about themselves. I'm average. Average looks. Decent Education . Average salary. Divorced parents. And a single friend. It was pretty much mediocre stuff.

Key word: WAS.

I'm not sure how. But...Currently, I have much too much to say about myself and I have no idea where to start.

One day I woke up with blurry eyes and burning skin, I screamed my lungs out and after that things have never been the same.

Let's see...

How about an introduction? Nice and simple.

My name is Mallory. Just Mallory.

Or at least, that is all I've gathered from the name a young woman called me, before she was reprimanded by an older, sterner woman, dressed in a black dress with an apron tied around her waist. standing still on the side, ready to take action when necessary..

Why? I'm not sure. I think they're maids. This world seems so much different than Earth. The lack of technology. The odd clothes that clearly weren't from modern day America.

I must be a child of a rich family right? But who exactly?

My prime suspect was the beautiful breath-taking woman who sat on the table, drinking tea elegantly, while humouring a young child, barely three. The child would occasionally look at me and shout at me in an engaging way, but it wasn't comprehensible. He spoke different words that I realised was another language all together, but it was easy enough to grasp.

"BABY!" He'd shout, every time he'd pass me.

Wow. Talk about rude.

He wasn't wrong though. Small feeble hands. Arms that were really hard to lift. A slobbering mess of a mouth. And legs that never listened to me.

I was a baby.

I was Mallory. A baby.

What else?

The woman who sat, dressed to the nines in a dress, something from renaissance paintings. Her hair wore up. Her smile painted over in deep red. Her eyes strayed at times. But they never went far. She never glanced my way. Nor did she ever notice me.

But, she was my mother. She was the lady of this house. And I was her child. Right?

For the life of me I wasn't sure. Maybe I was an illegitimate child, bore by a maid from her never apparent husbands cheating. That would make sense.

So the boy was probably my brother or half-brother, but still my brother nonetheless. His emerald eyes were truly envious. I could only wish I had them too. And that luscious golden hair... absolutely gorgeous.

But I didn't. I only realised this when the child came over to me with a hand mirror that looked like an artefact. That was when I caught sight of brown hair and brown eyes and I gave a dissatisfied grunt.

Okay. I was basically the unattractive sibling. This sucks.

Well, looks could grown in. I'm still young. Got to stay hopeful.

Oh mother- or step-mother is leaving! Look at me! I did everything to lift my fat head, making strange baby coos while I tried.

She stopped just beside my cradle, which was conveniently placed by the door. I tried to smile at her first greeting to me, face freezing when I noticed the disgust etched across her face.

"Martha. Shut that wretched child up", she commanded and then strutted her nose as she left.

Okay... I was probably not her daughter... yeah. That makes sense.

"Quiet down little one", the stern old woman said. I was already silent when she said it.

The boy ran off, following after his mother with the sound of soft footsteps. They both seemed to forget my existence so easily.

But that was how it was.

Being a baby was downright infuriating. No wonder babies do nothing but cry for so many months. It's literally the only source of entertainment you can do. I do it a lot.

It drives the maids mad. But, I think I could compete with Beyoncé in a few years, so I practice away.

One day, things were different. No maids catered to me. I was able to move now, but still. I'm a baby. With nobody watching me i crawled out of bed with sore knees. Trying to grab hold of anything within my reach to stand up with.

It wasn't easy. I rolled. I fell. I even cried.

I hated this.

While I cursed my small state another figure. A bit bigger and one that could walk, opened my door and stepped in light steps beside me. He went unnoticed, until he opened his big mouth.

"Baby!"

My skeleton almost jumped out of me at the appearance of another child. It was my brother. Or my step-brother. Still not sure.

"Hey cheft to nalone poo?" (They left you alone too) I said sympathetically.

He was just a baby.

"You're my sittle tister!"

Oh dear. Here it comes.

"You're my sittle fister!"

Ugh....

"You're my mittle!"-

The door opened, widely and loudly. Banging as it hit the wall.

We both jolted at the sudden sound and turned to see step-mother, standing beside a handsome man. He wore a uniform like a knight. Bright red with badges adorning it. Golden shoulder pads sat by his neck looking ridiculous, had it not been for his beautiful face I would've laughed.

Bright blonde hair, just like the young boy beside me. Paired with sharp golden eyes. A strong jaw and a perfect nose.

He could be the epitome of perfect.

He seemed to just glance over us, while step-mother glared at my pathetic attempt to stand up which only resulted in a shaking unsteady body that watched them with large, curious eyes.

"Is this him?" He asked, staring down the frightened boy who took to grasping onto me in a way a child does to a parent, except I was a child that struggled to stand up and fell over when the he tried to jump behind me to shield himself from the approaching stranger.

Ugh... bless these soft bones.

I went unnoticed, except by step-mother, who glared profusely at me.

"What's his name?" The man asked her.

I was now sitting up. And realised this was probably what I should've done in the first place.

"Victor" step-mother replied, voice beaming with pride.

"I see. He's definitely my child", the man then glanced at me with amused eyes, "I'm not too sure about that one, though" he smirked.

Eh? This is the father?... yeah I'm not sure I'm your kid either... was I adopted?

"Please ignore her. She is an unfortunate child. We can just sell her off later on. Enough about her, now. Will you name Victor your heir?"

Wait-wait-wait! Hold up! D-did she just say sell?! Sell me?! Step-mother WTF?!

"Hmm" the man grasped the shaking boys face, turning it side-to-side. The toddler had tears running down his face, silently crying. "He cries easily. Seems pretty weak".

"I can get him teachers" step-mother pressed, her hands clasped on her chest with a pleading face.

"If I see some improvement in a few years then I'll think about it".

He stood up. All the while, one of his badges fell. It had a dragon on it with a red jewel embedded in it as a makeshift eye, a black ribbon hung beneath it, finishing it.

My pudgy fingers reached for the fallen item, in a polite attempt to hand it back. But, it never reached near the object before a thin, long heel smashed against my fat hand.

My throat made an incoherent sound at sudden pain. A gasp released from the throat as I lifted the red imprinted hand that couldn't move anymore. The pain was real. Real.

This was pain. This is real.

I looked up at the scorn filled eyes of my mother in shock. At the interested eyes of my father. My brother who looked at me with a shocked pikachu face.

This world is very real. I am Mallory.

"She's not crying?" I heard a deep voice thrum absently at the back fo my head.

"She's not mentally right. She cries for hours or doesn't cry for days" another voice replied, aggressive and high-pitched.

"What a strange one".

My hand was later wrapped up by a maid who seemed to cry at the state of it. She kept kissing it with a tear-stricken face. Looking at me with eyes full of pity. The young maids were always affectionate. When they were new faces they were kind, but the more I saw of them the more they seemed to give up. They didn't smile after a while.

"Don't gry".

I only realised I shouldn't have said that when she looked at me with eyes of shock. She hiccuped and then jumped to her feet, calling over another maid in an urgent cry.

"Mary! Get over here! The 4 month old princess just spoke!"

"Mary" did walk over, with an unconvinced face. Staring at me with a look that couldn't look more bored. The emotional maid repeated the words with an expectant expression, but my mind was preoccupied.

So I stared back Mary as blankly as she did at me.

Princess. Princess. Heir. Princess....

I'M ROYALTY!

Months passed by and soon enough, I was walking, talking and even singing, practicing that pitch I've been working on. I'm still young. Below the age of a year. So I've freaked out a lot of maids.

My brother, however, couldn't have loved this more. He would join in on my singing with his own improvised tone death voice. Trying to dance by spinning around repetitively. It was fun. Until he got hurt and mother would glare at me like I was the spawn of the devil.

In this case she would be the devil.

Shots fired.

When I was alone I would explore. I went unnoticed for the most part and thanks to my intellect I avoided the near death situations that most children would be subjected to.

It was one beautiful morning when I heard a man, a messenger probably, scream loudly at the top of his lungs.

"A letter from his majesty, Ryan Blackburn!"

It was a familiar name. Blackburn. Heard it lots back home.

And his Majesty would be that man. My father. So my name is Mallory Blackburn.

Mallory Blackburn....

Mallory Blackburn...

Mallory-

Mallory Blackburn!

My eyes widened suddenly and I looked around the large room in sudden dread. Cold sweat gathered at the back of my neck as the familiarity of the name finally hit me.

Mallory Blackburn, the villain of 'My five lovers'. It was my favourite book, about a poor girl that was actually an illegitimate child of a count and was adopted by him in her late teens. She's a rare beauty that attracted five different, extremely attractive and talented individuals. A reverse harem.

But every story needs a villain to progress it. And that villain is Mallory, Mallory Blackburn.

She was ignored and neglected all her life and thus, grew up twisted and easily triggered. She notices how the heroine gathers attention so easily and begins to loathe her for having what she never did. Then came the bullying, taunting and assault.

The silver lining of the book was her death. Ahh it was soo satisfying. The death of that evil bitch. How was it again? She got beheaded in front of all of Royalty who endorsed her beheading.

Who was it by? It was?...

That's right! The prince! The black haired genius prince!

Wait... if I'm Mallory, isn't this dangerous? I'm her... this doesn't seem too good.

But how? This is impossible...

What happened to me before I woke up here? Wasn't I falling or something? Right. I was falling down some steps... so the stairs and in my hand I had a book clutched... what book was it?

Ah... the red thick leather cover, golden lining calligraphed into fine letters.

My Five Lovers...

So was I in a coma? Or did I swap bodies with Mallory who lived in an alternate reality? No way~ an actual author wrote the book. A normal person.

No... wait. There wasn't anything other than the title on the book. But that doesn't mean anything right? It was just an old book from an old library.

Whatever. I'm here now so I've got to survive.

So let's start plan A: how to survive in a novel as a villain!