Chapter 4: Lady Zana

The modern-day woman, Zana is now in Callixa's body.

I know this is very cliché however I have a special gift given to me.

A special skill that I have.

I am a girl who can transmigrate to another world while I am unconscious. I tried to run away a lot of times yet I could not escape from it and when I say I ran away it means that I even deprived myself of sleep

but rather it was still useless. So I just accepted defeat.

I am another person in my dream and another on the next one and I've been a stranger a lot of times now.

However, this case is rare. This one is different. I woke up piercing the flesh of a prince with the use of a sword. I was holding it I felt how the blade of my sword slid through it.

I pulled out my hand and lost all my strength on my knees.

The next thing that I remember is kneeling down on the floor. I witness how the prince fell on the floor helplessly.

Now, what? should I escape but how? In a glimpse of an eye, I was surrounded by guard and assassins.

They release flames on me.

I almost burn but my head started to ache like it would suddenly crack open. I was caught into their grasp and pinned on the ground.

Can I say that I am innocent?

Can I say that I am not Callixa?

Or that I loose my memories just to save myself.

It seems like the owner of this body has already escaped the punishment that is meant for her.

Her memory flooded my mind however, it is not much. It was very limited! The most important information that I needed right now is nowhere to be found. Why on earth does this female knight attack the crown prince?

Maybe she has a reason?

They make me thrown inside the dark underground dungeon of the palace without any glimpse of light. I have never been this scared my whole life.

Maybe because the pain is real? I can feel it. The trembling and all the things around me that I can touch, see and felt.

My transmigrating gift started as dreams but now it slowly turn into reality day by day until it came to this. I can't wake up to escape. I am trapped!

Suddenly a gleam of light came together with shadows and a conversational noise. It is approaching.

They finally took me out and threw me in front of the crown prince. He is very ruddy and almighty, looking from the very lowercase of the throne.

There's a hearing that is undergoing between the high officials, generals, imperial family and even the co-knights.

Everyone agrees to my execution.

It's okay, if I die maybe I can return home.

"I'll grant her an imperial pardon, Death is a way lighter punishment" a voice was heard and silence all the chattering inside the throne room.

'what?' I thought as I lift my gaze from the ground to see the prince who was seated on his throne. "In three days, I am going to be an emperor soon," he said. "No bloodshed on my coronation day" he uttered plainly.

'No' I thought while tears flows down my face.

I was kept in a dark room with little water and food. No light, nothing to see. I finally understand what they mean of Death being the only way to Escape and yet it was deprived from me now.

Crown Prince Leran. A blonde, auburn-eyed prince. Tall in stature, perfect in posture and gestures and even have a rare aura that is only found among royalties.

"Please kill me" I tried to mutter but groaning was the sound that was heard. Due to the suffering that I experienced my speech became indistinctive. I never thought that it was possible.

So this is how it feels like to be a living dead?

I was placed inside a room with chains on my foot, long enough to move around yet limited to go outside.

They washed me, combed my hair and gave me a beautiful dress to wear.

They might think that I hate it because the old Callixa might hate wearing a dress.

I walked slowly into the chamber hearing the chains produces the only sound.

I saw Callixa's face in the mirror.

Who would have thought that she is a tomboy? She's beautiful. An outlined face features, clear mild sharp eyes, and short white hair asymmetrical fixed from ear to ear. Eyes that are darker than emerald and lips pinkish and indulging for a kiss. A thin slim body, fair skin complexion, soft and irresistible to caress.

Who would have thought that this Knight would declare her confession to the Crown princess?

She seems like a combat fairy.

The prince enter the room. I saw him through the mirror. that very moment I lowered my head.

'Why is he here?' I thought and I frowned wanting to runaway.

I seem like a lifeless doll as I turn to receive his presence.

I lower my gaze.

The guards placed a cuff on both of my hands preventing my another attempt. The imperial crown prince asked everyone to leave and the room. 

Everyone silently leave as he slowly approached me.

He then sat on a chair in front of me.

"You won't have a peaceful life here in the castle as you always did before" he stated. I remain emotionless.

"You're used to a lively surrounding," he said.

I am scared, so scared that I was frozen out of fear.

Tears flow down my cheeks.

He held my chin. "This is an odd view. A desperate facial expression mixed with tears. Don't tell me you don't want to stay here?" He continued.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me against his frame.

"I will exile you in two conditions," he said. The first one is. You have to keep yourself alive and the second one..." he paused a little as he moved closer to me whispering to my ear.

I was shocked with the condition.

But it is something that Callixa will hate. Probably it is also the same reason why he got attacked by this knight?

He held my face and his fingers slowly drew up to my chin. I am moving closer to him.

He held my waist and as it slid to my back it pulled me towards him, closer by closer.

He said. "Just let me have one of this and I'll let you go freely".

Then he began.

I can't believe he is kissing Callixa.

Does he have a crush on this knight? According to my memories, the three of them, including the crown princess were childhood best friends.

He is not a perverted type, is he wrecking this tomboy's pride?

He pulled my lower jaw to open my mouth and played a little with the use of his tongue. I can feel him inside my mouth, his hands on my body, his breath touching the skin on my face

I could not handle it so I bit his lips and pushed him away.

If Callixa hated him, me, I, Zana, hated him now.

And after that making out. He let me go.

He releases the grasp on my arm slowly allowing my skin to slide against his.

Like an expression of holding back.

Hilariously speaking. What kind of holding-back sensation is this?