Capítulo 001 (Lost Memories)

CAPITULO 001 Lost Memories

The sensation of the sheet on her fingers as the sunlight illuminated her through the large window, the woman murmured indescribable words while turning belly down on the bed. Her eyes trembled for a moment before slowly opening, catching sight of the brightness that hit her vision.

Her mind was confused—where was she? Who was she? The woman sat up slowly on the bed, her hair falling over her shoulders and draping over the nightgown she wore. Her drowsy expressions quickly turned perplexed; she lightly touched her aching forehead, questioning if it was just her imagination playing tricks.

"Who am I?" Her voice emerged hoarse and faltering as she spoke, her eyes fixed on the large mirror covering one side of the room, revealing an unfamiliar appearance she couldn't recall.

'....' Her thoughts went blank; she touched her own face, running slender fingers over the colorless cheek. Her blond, straight hair was disheveled, and her petroleum-blue eyes had dulled due to the situation.

Carefully moving from the silk-sheeted bed, she blinked quickly on the white marble floor, feeling the internal shock of the cold ground, sending shivers down her spine with a sensation she couldn't remember.

She walked swiftly to the mirror, looking up and down at the unfamiliar appearance, her eyes locked on the reflection.

Her thoughts became muddled in this situation. 'Am I dreaming?' She remembered nothing.

She stepped away from the mirror, surveying the unfamiliar room. It was a beautiful room, with light pink walls and golden edges, well-crafted cabinets, a neatly arranged sofa a bit farther away, an open window providing excellent ventilation, a not-so-large round table, and a view outside onto what seemed to be a balcony.

The door to the room opened quickly, making the woman take a step back in surprise, gazing at the intruder. Her eyes fixed on a woman dressed in black, with red hair and brown eyes filled with sadness. She entered with her head down, but as she looked up, her eyes displayed surprise, joy, and longing.

"Madam," her voice sounded excited as she rushed toward the woman, who took another step back.

"Please, stay away!" she quickly said, placing her hand as a barrier.

The woman stopped walking, looking at the other one somewhat confused. "Madam?" her voice trembled.

"Who are you? Who am I? Why am I here!?" She spoke firmly, approaching the woman and gripping her shoulders, making her tremble.

"Madam, please calm down!" she quickly pleaded, making the woman look at her hands and step back.

"Do you not remember me? I am Judy," she quickly said and watched the woman retreat, sitting on the bed. Her eyes were trembling slightly as she tried to recall Judy.

"My name...what is my name?" she almost begged, looking at Judy. Her eyes conveyed the pain of something she couldn't remember.

"Marjorie...Your name is Marjorie Denver, of the house of the empire's only prestigious count," Judy said, looking at her gently.

'Marjorie,' she thought about the name she just heard and looked at herself in the mirror. Her appearance hinted at her name, meaning pearl; she was so delicate.

Marjorie sighed for a moment, but she didn't understand. If this woman knew who she was, why didn't she remember anything? Her eyes shifted towards Judy, who was looking at her with concern.

"I don't remember anything," Marjorie confessed, focusing her eyes on Judy, who lowered her head, understanding the situation.

"I'm sorry, madam. The doctor said this might be a possibility after the accident," Judy said, somewhat uncertain.

"Accident?" she asked.

"Yes, madam... you fell down the stairs two days ago," Judy explained.

Marjorie fell silent and looked at her own hands, noticing some bruises. Perhaps it was from the fall?

'How strange,' she thought about what she had just discovered. 'A fall. No one falls down the stairs for no reason, right?'

Judy approached, somewhat uncertain, and looked at Marjorie. "May I assist you, madam?" she asked.

"Yes, you may..."

(....)

Elrendom is a powerful and wealthy empire ruled by a young Empress, Amélie. In the entire empire, there are only two Dukes: House Lennox, known for preserving privacy and avoiding rumors, and House Armstrong, where the Duke serves as the official secretary to the Empress. Then there's the house of the Count, the Denver family, the only one with a status lower than a Duke yet possessing significant prestige. Marjorie Denver, the only daughter and heir of the Count, is notorious as the family's wild and eccentric member.

'Is it me?' Marjorie looked at the note on her vanity. Her eyes glanced at the diary with a slight discomfort in her chest. This situation seemed worse than she imagined.

Marjorie sat in a soft chair, gazing at the sheets she had been looking at. Her eyes focused on the writing that might catch her attention. The sunlight illuminated her at that moment, facing the large window, while Judy served her some tea and observed her reading her own diary, searching for something that might trigger a memory.

Marjorie bit her lips and sipped some tea. Even with lost memories, her body seemed to grasp the situation and how she should behave.

She placed the cup on the table and sighed, running her hand through her loose hair. Her eyes examined the notes she had written without any recollection.

'So stupid!' she thought in disbelief and closed the diary. Nothing interesting. Not until now. 'This is so strange...how could I have lost my memory?' Her frustration was evident in her eyes.

Judy moved to the bed, starting to arrange Marjorie's bed while the young woman found herself lost in this peculiar situation.

'Who writes such contextless things?' Marjorie opened the diary again and looked at some notes ("It's all her fault, if she hadn't appeared").

Marjorie froze upon reading that. The writing was so intense, as if the ink had spilled onto the words that continued. She quickly turned the page and read ("Elias invited me to walk in the garden today; he was so kind to me. I wonder if he's considering loving me").

'Elias?' Marjorie felt a slight discomfort at that name. A man, that name belonged to a man, but who was he?

"Judy," she called and left the diary on the table to face the maid, who turned quickly in her direction. "Elias...who is he?"

Judy widened her eyes and forced a smile upon hearing the name. "Elias is your former fiancé, madam," she revealed carefully, watching Marjorie's expression.

"Fiancé?... Tch... why does that sound so stupid?" she murmured to herself and stared at the diary, which seemed to have more to unveil than it appeared, and she was determined to find out.