Dark Queen

You'd think retaining one's memories would cause them to be a genius child. Nope. That wasn't the case. Not for me. When I was a baby, not that I remember, I was one. I ate, slept, cried, and thought like one. I pied and pooped like one. Okay. Not getting into unnecessary gross details.

Still, the point is when I was five, I had a five year old's mind. I did understand I was someone else before but only to the limited understanding of a five year old. I guess despite reincarnating my brain reverted back to that of a child.

Anyway, I only fully understand my situation now because I am fourteen. And boy I wish I didn't. I've been a sheltered princess since birth. Well, second birth. And my parents really love me but they don't let me do anything.

In my previous life I had kittens. "Dad, can I have a cat?" I inquire the queen, my mother.

"No sweetie, it's fur would make sneeze sweetie pie and that's not good for you."

In my previous life I enjoyed climbing trees. "Mom can I go outside?" I inquire.

"No honey, we don't know what plants you might be allergic to, why don't you go to the greenhouse instead?"

The greenhouse is a building with a very specific few plants my parents absolutely knew wouldn't hurt me. But I had gotten sick of walking the same path among the same old boring flowers. Plus, there are no trees.

See what I mean?

My parents are overprotective. The maids are overprotective by the orders of my parents. The whole world is overprotective!

Okay, thats untrue. But I guess I've been so protected by the few people surrounding me that I've barely gotten a chance to meet anyone else that is not overprotective.

Here's an idea of my lifestyle. I get up, eat breakfast (a very mild lentil soup with the softest bread in the kingdom, taste tested thrice). I go for a walk in the greenhouse. (I walk back and forth. I'm so bored that I've resorted to trying to use the least number of steps to cross from one side to the other.) Then I have lunch. (I'm not even going to bother to describe it.) And I have a tutoring session in the library with an old lady named Mrs. Bird who is also overprotective.

You might think that I finally get some freedom but nope. They even censor the things I read, making sure everything is "appropriate for a young lady my age". And all of it is boring!

I know nothing about the kingdom I live in and I'm the princess!!

And the worst part is I probably wouldn't have realized any of I'd if I hadn't regained my previous life's memories. Still, it was stifling. You're never unsatisfied with what you have unless you realize there's something better. And boy did I.

After the monotony of the first sixteen years of my life I was so ready to do something anything, and even a teeny tiny bit considering threatening my family with self harm (hey, I reincarnated once, but I probably wouldn't have done it anyway, I love myself too much) when finally FINALLY there was a change.

I got an adopted sister.