IV. Adjustments

Who would've thought that adjusting once again was something I'd be doing? I took in my surroundings. Everything seemed so regal. Ornaments hanging by the walls, pa

My eyes falling once again to the reflection of a lady I do not know.

Brown hair and green eyes looked back at me. A sigh of confusion left my lips. What in the world is going on? Lots of questions are running through my mind. How is this even possible? This was something that was straight out of a fantasy novel.

Henrietta Eulalia Chrysantia. That's the name of the body I am inhabiting. The one and only daughter of Marquis Wilhem Chrysantia and Marchioness Euphelia Chrysantia and the youngest sister of Thomas and Tiberius Chrysantia.

I slapped myself on the cheek to make sure I was awake and that I wasn't dreaming but a sharp sting started to spread across my cheeks.

"Ow.." I whispered to myself while rubbing my cheeks. It stung.

I looked back at the reflection who was rubbing her cheek too. I guess it really is real. Was I dead? What about me? Serafina Monticello? What happened to me?

The sudden flash of the accident appeared before me. I covered my ears and screamed as I crouched down to the floor. The realization that I was dead did not sit right with me.

The door bursts open, maids and butlers came to my aid. The amount of people within my vicinity were too much for me to take in.

I dashed out of my room and kept running. Tears forming by my eyes as I ran down the hallways of the manor.

The thunders began to roar and rain started to pour. I let out another yelp as I ran, I hated the rain. No, Serafina hated the rain. That's me. I hated the rain.

I closed my eyes as I ran and upon running, a huge muscular figure collided with me.

My body fell backwards and tears kept flowing. Hugging my legs, I cried more as the thunders continued to roar.

"Are you alright?" a gentle voice said as I hid myself in my arms.