Chapter 7: Time to enjoy My life

"They're your brothers: Lynard, Lash, Ymar, and Kienzo. And these are your sisters: Herina and Lyra," Carolina continued.

"So, the grumpy one is… Sister Herina?" I asked, struggling with the unfamiliar terms.

"Yes," Carolina confirmed. "You're Princess Sherria Zhyn Aerazer, the youngest princess of the Air Kingdom."

I repeated the name to myself, trying to make sense of it all.

(Sherria Zhyn Aerazer - Sheriya Zeyn Eyrazer)

Back to Azemia's POV

"Hey, Brother Xandrick! Why are you crying? Hey, Brother Alexon! What's wrong with him?" I asked, more bewildered than concerned.

But what shocked me more was when both of them started crying on my bed like babies. Annoyance prickled under my skin. Why were they acting like this?

I marched over and slapped them both, the sound of it echoing in the room.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?!" I shouted, my patience snapping.

But instead of getting angry, they suddenly hugged me tightly, making us tumble backward onto the bed. I felt like I'd been trapped in some emotional ambush.

"Hu-hu-hu, this is the first time you've called me 'Brother,'" Xandrick cried. Like a little girl.

"Yeah, you always called us 'dude' before. We missed you, Lil' Bro—I mean, Lil' Sis," Alexon added, sniffing.

"Okay, get off me! Do you think you're light? Go exercise!" I barked, pushing them away.

They scrambled to their feet, still wiping away tears, their faces a mix of joy and embarrassment. I sat up, rubbing my head.

"You're so mean, Lil' Sis. We're just happy," Xandrick muttered, pouting. "You never talked to us unless you needed something. You were like that with Mom and Dad too."

"Wait, how many days have I been asleep? And how old am I?" I asked. My body felt weak—no, more like naturally weak. Tsk. I need to work out and get rid of this belly fat.

I glanced down at myself. I wasn't exactly fat but more… shapeless. Still the same face as when I was Zarri.

Zarri Xemisha before, now Azemia Xemisha Frost. Such a princess name, but still a tomboy. Tsk.

I sighed, noticing the three stubborn pimples on my chin, scars from my childhood, and freckles. Annoying as ever.

"One week, Lil' Sis. You're seventeen. We're eighteen now, and we have six more older brothers, but for now, stay away from them, okay?" Alexon advised, his expression serious.

Huh? Why would I need to stay away? I raised an eyebrow but just nodded, deciding to drop it for now.

"You said we're in the Ice Kingdom, right? So, does that mean you have powers?" I asked, glancing between them.

They both nodded, and I stared at my hand. What about me?

"What about me?"

"Uh, Lil' Sis, you don't. That's why you're... bullied. They call you weak because the only princess of the Ice Kingdom has no powers. Our older brothers dislike you for it..." Xandrick explained, his voice dropping.

Psh. How shallow. I looked at my brothers and gave them a small smile. Then I hugged them, surprising both of them.

It's strange how easily they accept me here. My brothers from my past life never did. And my parents here—well, they seem to care too.

Maybe this is my second chance.

"Why, Lil' Sis?" they asked in unison, clearly baffled by my sudden display of affection.

I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. I would change for them. I wouldn't be cold like before... at least not to my family. For the rest, well, it would depend on them.

"No big brothers," I said, breaking the hug and pushing them towards the door. "Get out! I'm going to take a bath! I caught your smell! And tell Mom I'll come down to eat."

"OKAY, LIL' SIS!" they shouted from outside as I shut the door.

I took a deep breath and glanced around my room. The mess was appalling—the previous owner must have been a pig. I ripped down the hideous orange curtains first. For an Ice Kingdom, this place had a strange obsession with bright colors.

I opened the closet and nearly gagged. The clothes inside were horrendous—cheap, tacky stuff that made me cringe. I pulled them all out, leaving only three decent outfits. The rest went into a box, along with old, broken shoes, and the shattered mirror. I also tore up the pictures of naked women I found taped to the walls. Seriously, were these people cavemen?

The air already felt fresher. I took out the strong men's perfumes, which stung my nose, and dumped them into the box as well. When I was finally done, I looked around. Voila! It was clean now, no more chaos... though that green wallpaper still hurt my eyes.

I walked into the bathroom and, for the first time, took a proper look. Wow! Not too different from my old world. A modern shower with a sleek bathtub, and an automatic sink faucet. I removed the remaining broken mirrors. Poor mirrors. You were too honest.

I decided on a quick half-bath, letting the warm water and rose-scented bubbles soothe me. Ah, I preferred blue roses, but this was still nice.

As I soaked, I noticed something. My scars... they were gone. Could the water be healing water? I smiled. I was starting to like this world.

After drying off, I got dressed in my hipster black shorts and V-neck long sleeves. Perfect. I slipped on my black Fila shoes and looked in the mirror. Why hide what I've got? My skin looked smooth, my thighs toned, and my curves were in the right places. I was a model before; might as well carry myself like one here too.

I left my room and took in the view of the palace. The place was huge, probably five floors. I was on the third. As I descended the stairs, I noticed some maids whispering and stealing glances at me.

Why? I ignored them and continued down, spotting Bro Alexon and Bro Xandrick on their phones. So there are cell phones here, too.

Mom and Dad were at the dining table, smiling as they set the food. It felt... warm.

"Hello, Mom, Dad, big brothers," I said, arriving at the bottom of the stairs. Their eyes widened a bit before softening, their smiles genuine.