“Seongdo,” Eugene thought to herself. It means Holy City, or otherwise known as the center of the world. Each and every kingdom in this world has its own capital, its own royal family.
Seongdo was also a small country, run by Sangje himself. Though the country was political in nature, it was, in fact, religious. Tranting that to the real world, one where Eugene was supposed to be in, Sangje mirrored the Pope.
But she knows that Sangje is not human. And as far as she went, she is certain she’s the only one that knows. She knows because it was her idea, her creation. Just like the world she was currently in was born of her imagination.
<em>‘Should I seek Sangje?’</em>She shook her head at the thought. She didn’t feel much like it would help her situation.<em>‘There is no guarantee that he will be able to help me after he knows my identity. Besides, I don’t want to go to Seongdo, it’s the center of all events.’</em>
“Anika.” a timid voice called out to her, and Eugene turned her head to the general direction of the voice. Having not said a word yet, the voice called out once again…
“Anika, may I have a word?” Eugene was mulling over whether she should. Noting up with any reasonable excuse to avoid the audience, she decided to hear the person out.
“Come in.” No matter how she controlled it, her tone of voice and inflection were strange, which proved difficult when ites to dealing with her subordinates. She’s watched plenty of historical dramas in her leisure time, but it didn’t change her speech one bit. She still spoke the same.
The door creaked open, and in came the maid. She had a light brown colored hair, with eyes that shone with hazel. Her gaze was pointedly affixed on the floor instead of towards Eugene.
Ever since she came into the world, Eugene has been greeted with an onught of endless strangers. She felt so overwhelmed at her new surroundings, new people, she was finding it difficult to grasp her new reality, to believe it’s not all just fiction. Not to mention that the maids were all so simrly dressed, it was hard for her to differentiate who was who.
But the maid before her was familiar. After all, she’s served her and continues to do so ever since, making sure Eugene had everything she needed.
“What’s your name?” Eugene asked, and the maid bowed her head lower. She was shaking.
“Please forgive me for disturbing you, Anika, but the king sent a message.” The maid reasoned out, clearly misinterpreting it as a threat from the queen. Eugene noted how sweat began to form around the maid’s temple, as well as the way she kept wiping and fiddling with her hands against her uniform.
<em>‘This hierarchy runs a tight ship.’</em>Eugene mused to herself as she continued to observe the stiffness of the maid’s posture towards her.
But contrary to this thought, people around her casually calls her by the nickname Anika instead of her title… ‘<em>What a really strange decorum’</em>.
Finally, she took pity and responded, willing her voice to be a bit softer.
“What message?” she asked the maid.
“His Majesty, the king requests to have lunch with you.” she answered, still keeping her head bowed down, as was expected of her. The maid had used the word request, but Eugene knew it was an order from the king himself.
Eugene mulled over that request for a moment, agonizing every choice she could do. However, reason won out in the end. If she was to y the part of the antagonist, then she should learn to think things through thoroughly and swiftly.
“I will.” She finally replied and went about her morning routine, which also included a light meal. It wasn’t until a little whileter did the dread finally crept in Eugene as she realized one difficulty.
Lunch was quickly approaching. She could tell simply because the maids have begun to rush in and prepare the setting for the shared meal of the king and queen.
The other day, when Eugene woke up, she had been pampered and attended by the maids. If she was being honest, there was something satisfying in the way they waited on her hand and foot. Being queen, despite the main viin, was quite a pleasant experience. However there is one thing she did find ufortable; when their hands roamed her body…
At least, the body she was currently borrowing.
It’s only been a few days since she arrived in this world, and yet here she was already enjoying the privileges and other luxuries given to her.
It hadn’t urred to her, because of course, the clothes she had been wearing the past few days were not appropriate to be worn to have lunch with the king. As it turns out, the luxurious clothes she thought were good enough to be worn outside, were only indoor clothes owned by the queen. Naturally, another, and grander clothes were prepared by the servants for her.
‘Is this real?’ Eugene definitely felt as if she was in a dream.
The dress was beautiful. It was made of silk, with sleeves that rustled as she moved. Her bodice was made of corset, adorned with glistening beads. The skirt billowing with every step she took. She couldn’t imagine the fortune it cost for such a dress to be made and worn by her.
‘Is this too much? Or is this just normal?’ Because despite living as queen these past few days, she was still, woefully, novice to this entire thing.
As she continued to be dolled up in preparation to have lunch with the king, she remembered another ring problem she had…
She doesn’t know a single thing about dining etiquette in this world!
<em>‘What about table manners?’</em>She continued to fret, thoughts endlessly running through her head for any kind of stock knowledge.
She soon found relief in the fact that she at least have some experience with fine dining, considering she worked at a hotel restaurant for quite some time. Taking a deep breath, Eugene hoped that whatever she learned would not be aplete waste.
Time was running out. Lunch was fast approaching.
“Anika, pleasee with me.” There was a man this time, fetching her. He was dressed differently from the servants, his expression hardened, with eyes that held wisdom gained from experience. He stood tall and proud despite his advanced age.
There was only one word that came to mind who this was.
<em>‘General.’</em>
The thought echoed in her head. It seemed like even the original owner knew this man as such.
And so Eugene found herself walking the hallways with the General there to guide her. Her eyes flickered all around her, making sure not to lose sight of her guide, and wander off to who knows where. This was the first time she was seeing the inside of the pce. She had stayed in the queen’s chamber all this time, after all.
It had not a touch of the modern age, but Eugene found it fitting; there was a hint of uniqueness to it. The stone floors were made with geometric patterns, its surfaces polished and colored. The walls ran long and tall, supported with columns and full of antique reliefs.
Despite having only serving as a passageway for people toe and go, the hallways was undoubtedly spacious. She mused that even if trucks were to pass through, there wouldn’t be any problem at all. Everything was just that wide.
<em>‘I was expecting to feel embarrassed, yet I don’t.’</em>
She continued to admire the grandeur, but she was not at all overwhelmed. Somewhere, deep in her heart, she was, surprisingly, calm.
She didn’t even have to think about how to walk, she just automatically knew how to, her body moving so wlessly and elegantly like a true queen. Naturally assuming a good posture, it seemed to remember everything simply by muscle memory alone.
“I think this is the way to the dining hall.” She suddenly blurted out. It all felt so familiar, including the entireyout of the ce. Despite having not left the room since getting here, it seemed like she knew where to go after all.<center></center>
The man she was following suddenly turned around to look at her and said…
“Anika, I’ll take you to the parlor where His Majesty instructed me to bring you.”
Eugene nodded and felt a strange feeling wash over her.
<em>‘Why does all of these feel like a deja vu?’</em>