Rejection

I was at my wits end but I still headed into the depths of the forest to seek the wisdom of herbalists and shamans. But no matter how far I searched or how much knowledge I acquired, the elusive cure for the prince's condition remained just out of reach.

Yet, even in the face of disappointment, I refused to give up. 

I even began consulting with the royal physicians since they were supposedly the best in the kingdom but they were clueless and then I started studying the prince's symptoms, and tirelessly researching potential remedies.

Before the day ended I was too tired to continue. It was hard getting anything and I was tired of doing this.

However, I knew the prince would be counting on me so I decided to not give up.

And so, I continued my search that night, not knowing if the cure would ever be found, but holding onto the belief that hope could still be found in the smallest of victories. 

I embraced the role I had taken on in this medieval world, not as a transmigrated soul yearning for a return to her own body, but as a soul who would try to keep her promises.

The next day, when I awoke, I found myself wondering if it would be possible to get any cure for the prince.

The truth was that it was getting impossible to do that.

With everything I had gathered, the sickness had no cure. It was useless trying.

I had only one option now. To leave this place.

I needed to find a man who would fall in love with Jane so I would leave and return to my old world.

I was sure if I did that, Jane would return to her own body and would know the cure to the prince's illness.

So I decided that morning to have a change of mission. I would go out and find a man to fall in love with Jane.

I mean, how hard could it be?

***

In the medieval world, where beauty was often equated with worth, I found myself facing a unique challenge. 

I was blind, unable to see the world around me. Yet, I wanted to create love and connection just like any other person for Jane. 

Determined to overcome the limitations imposed upon me, I embarked on a journey to make men fall in love with me, relying on my other senses and the power of my personality while my eyes were closed.

With a deep breath, I stepped out into the bustling streets of the medieval city, guided by the sound of laughter and voices. 

The cobblestones beneath my feet felt rough and uneven, but I pressed on, my heart filled with hope and my cane being my guiding light.

My first encounter was with a nobleman, his voice carrying an air of arrogance and entitlement. I had a peek to see how handsome he was and his clothings told me he came from money. Jane would be safe.

I approached him, feeling a surge of confidence within me. "Good sir, might I have a moment of your time?" I asked politely.

I was sure he would love my approach and stay with me.

He glanced in my direction briefly, his eyes sliding past me as if I were invisible. That alone was the only flag I needed to know what was coming next. "I have no interest in entertaining a blind woman," he scoffed, his words laced with disdain. Without another word, he turned away, leaving me standing there, feeling the weight of rejection.

Even the people he was talking to eyed me and went on their way.

I had never felt so lonely and stupid before. But I was not going to give up. There had to be someone in this stupid kingdom who would like Jane.

I had seen Jane in the mirror before. She was hot and she had a very sweet smile. In the modern world she would have men flocking over her, blind or not.

Undeterred, I continued my search, determined to find someone who would be willing to look beyond my physical limitations. 

As I approached different individuals, I encountered more dismissals, each rejection cutting deeper than the last. The words "I cannot love what I cannot see," echoed in my mind, threatening to dampen my spirit.

But I refused to let their narrow-mindedness define me. I knew that love moved beyond physical appearance, and I was determined to prove it. 

I understood that it would take someone with an open heart and a willingness to see beyond the surface to fall in love with me.

As I went through the streets, it started to look like my efforts were in vain. I began to doubt myself, wondering if my dreams of finding love for her were nothing more than a futile fantasy. But deep down, I knew that I had so much to offer, and I refused to give up.

By the end of the day after sixteen rejections and one setting his dog loose on me, I was sitting in a quiet corner of a bustling marketplace, feeling despondent with my body quivering with anger.

Did it mean that Jane could not find love? What was this?

But just as I was about to give up, a gentle voice called out to me. "Excuse me, miss. Might I be of assistance?"

I turned my head towards the source of the voice, my ears perked up with curiosity as I saw a very handsome man standing beside me. "Yes, please," I replied, a glimmer of hope rekindled within me as I gave him my widest smile. 

I saw his beautiful clothes and his sleek hair which in the modern world would label him a player but he didn't seem all that bad.

He smelled of fresh flowers from the garden and I loved his scent.

At least he took care of himself. I hoped he was the one.