Chapter 2: A New Identity

Meryl stared at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, unable to believe what she was seeing. She touched her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and felt the smooth skin and delicate features. She looked at her body, which was wrapped in a silky white night dress that hugged her curves. She felt her chest, which was much bigger than before. She lifted her dress and saw that she was wearing lacy white underwear.

She screamed again.

This was not her anymore.

It was someone else's.

Someone who looked like a princess.

But how?

How did this happen?,she wondered

She tried to remember what happened before she woke up in this strange room. She remembered going to the airport, buying a book, getting some coffee, crossing the street...

And then...

She remembered a truck.

A truck that ran a red light and hit her.

She remembered the pain, the fear, the shock.

She remembered dying.

But she didn't die.

She woke up here.

In this body.

In this world.

A world that looked like it came out of a fantasy novel.

She suddenly recalled the book she bought before her accident.

The book she bought at the bookstore.

The book that was about a young girl who had a rare talent for both magic and martial arts, and who was engaged to a cold and domineering prince.

The book that was called...

The Fourth Prince's Beloved: A Modern Girl in a Magical Land.

She gasped.

Could it be?

Could it be that she somehow transmigrated into the book?

That she somehow became the protagonist of the book?

That she somehow became...

The Fourth Prince's Beloved?

She shook her head.

No, no, no.

That was impossible.

That was ridiculous.

That was insane.

There was no way that could happen.

There had to be another explanation.

There had to be a logical reason for this.

There had to be a way out of this.

She looked around the room, hoping to find something that could help her. She saw a door, a window, a closet, a dresser, a table, a chair, a fireplace, a bookshelf, and various decorations. She saw nothing that looked familiar or useful. She saw nothing that looked like it belonged to her or to her world.

She felt hopeless and scared.

She didn't know what to do.

She didn't know anyone or anything in this world.

She didn't know how to survive or adapt in this world.

She didn't know how to deal with this situation or with this body.

She didn't know how to face this reality or with this fate.

She didn't know how to live as...

The Fourth Prince's Beloved.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She jumped and turned around. She saw the door open and a man walk in. A man who looked like he came out of the book. A man who looked like...

The Fourth Prince.

He had long silver hair that fell over his shoulders. He had piercing gray eyes that seemed to see through everything. He had sharp features that gave him an aristocratic air. He had a tall and muscular body that exuded strength and power. He had a regal appearance, his attire befitting his royal status. He donned a black cloak that gracefully enveloped him, casting an air of mystery and power. Underneath, he wore a pristine white shirt that exuded elegance and purity. The fabric cascaded flawlessly, accentuating his noble stature as he commanded attention in every room he entered.He had a sword hanging from his belt. He looked like a prince. He looked like...

Her fiancé.

He walked into the room with confident steps. He scanned the room with his cold eyes until they landed on her. He stared at her with an unreadable expression. He spoke with a deep and commanding voice.

"Who are you?"

Meryl felt her heart skip a beat. She felt nervous and afraid. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She bit her lip and lowered her eyes. She didn't know how to answer him. She didn't know who she was anymore.