Chapter 1
When you buy clothes on the Internet, sometimes clothes that don't suit you are delivered to your doorstep.I ordered clothes online because I thought it would fit me, but the clothes I received were sometimes of different sizes and even colors. There are also times that the entire set of clothes are different. Then I usually get a refund or exchange.
What if I can't get a refund or exchange? Then you have no choice but to dress up in a baggy style or tightly fit.
That's exactly my situation right now.
Corsets that are tightened from chest to waist, or creases and lace and jewels that are delicately made, are all so unfamiliar.
It is also difficult to adapt to finely braided hair, fancy earrings, necklaces, rings, and tiaras on the head.
Already a week has passed.
My last memory was on my way home after dinner was over. I thought it was definitely my house in just a few blocks away, but when I came to my senses, I saw a strange ceiling.
My mother once bought a book that collected medieval arts. I remember it was an expensive book that was very antique, made of heavy materials. I've looked through the book a few times, but that's exactly what the ceiling looks like in one of the pictures.
There were paintings of majestically-drawn beings in the ceiling. There are angels, knights, kings, and so on. It seems like there are some anecdotes, too.
Since when has my room ceiling been like this?
It was just plain ivory wallpaper before......
I blinked several times thinking that I could see nothing because of a hangover for a while.
Am I dreaming? Wouldn't it be the ceiling of my room if I closed my eyes again and woke up?
I tried to close my eyes again, but suddenly even the blanket that was covering me felt strange. The same was true of the bed mattress. I've been sleeping in my own bed for a very long time, and it obviously doesn't feel like this.
When did my bed that made me get up because of back pain became soft? The blanket I had was old and light and the material is a lot worn out, so why is the blanket in my hand soft and heavy?
Do I still have a hangover?
I blinked again, refusing to think anymore and decided to close my eyes. I might get better if I rest up a little.
But when I opened my eyes again, I knew all that's happening right now weren't due to my hangover.
At first glance, it was because of the belief that this was not my room.
My room is small and stuffy. I haven't got enough residence space because of the high cost of living, but this room is much larger than my room.
This room is not just spacious, it was ten times bigger than my room.
I sat on the bed and looked around me. There was a chair or table that I saw in the book that my mom bought.
No, it was a luxuriously decorated room with moderately toned blue and with a calmer overall feel.
There are paintings and ceramics in the fireplace...
No way. Mirror? The mirror......
Fortunately, I was able to find a mirror at the antique dressing table not far away.
I almost screamed as soon as I saw myself in the mirror.
The moment I made eye contact with the woman in the mirror, there was a sharp stabbing pain in my head, like a severe migraine.
It was the aftermath of putting a lot of information into one's head at once.
All I can do is clutch my head and hope this pain goes away. I felt like a lot of info was being transplanted into my brain cells, including where I was, who I was, and what happened.
As soon as the pain was lightened, I breathed a long sigh of relief without realizing it. I sat heavily on the chair in front of the dressing table and looked in the mirror again.
Natural black hair that reminds me of obsidian stones, and light beige eyes that glow gold.
I met eyes with a beautiful woman with fine proportions.
I reached out and touched the mirror. The woman in the mirror also reached out and our palms seemed to touch.
"Ha......."
The woman in the mirror exhaled a short breath. That is not my face.
That happened a week ago.
Obviously, I'm 33 years old, and I'm a normal office worker in Korea. When I woke up from sleep, I was called the Empress.
Sidica de Aperna Greywin.
The noblest woman in the Empire.
She was the Empress. I was just an office worker who earned a meager pay and ate convenience store lunches every month, and I was perplexed that I suddenly became the Empress.
What's a little comforting is that she was 32 years old. If I had to find comfort, I did.
"Your Majesty, it's chilly."
As I turned my eyes, Laren, the lady-in-waiting, draped the fur onto my shoulders. Come to think of it, the air seemed a little chilly.
After the fur was wrapped around, I realized it was cold again.
"Let's get inside. You haven't fully recovered yet."
I decided to stop taking a stroll and go with Laren's worried words.
But when I opened my eyes again, I knew all that's happening right now weren't due to my hangover.
At first glance, it was because of the belief that this was not my room.
My room is small and stuffy. I haven't got enough residence space because of the high cost of living, but this room is much larger than my room.
This room is not just spacious, it was ten times bigger than my room.
I sat on the bed and looked around me. There was a chair or table that I saw in the book that my mom bought.
No, it was a luxuriously decorated room with moderately toned blue and with a calmer overall feel.
There are paintings and ceramics in the fireplace...
When did I come to the museum? Did I come to the museum drunk and fell asleep?
I looked down and saw white hands. Thin, fine, hands that have never been subjected to labor. It's hard to move it because the nails were long and painted.
The clothes I've worn were a long gown of soft material, and the delicate lace on the sleeve caught my eye.
What's going on here?
I quickly ran my hands over my face. When I touched my hair, it was definitely my hair.
But was it this soft? Was it this long?
The length was different, as was the touch.
Are these hair extensions? Did I get this when I was drunk? No, it can't be.
The clothes I've worn were a long gown of soft material, and the delicate lace on the sleeve caught my eye.
What's going on here?
I quickly ran my hands over my face. When I touched my hair, it was definitely my hair.
But was it this soft? Was it this long?
The length was different, as was the touch.
Are these hair extensions? Did I get this when I was drunk? No, it can't be.
I suddenly got goosebumps.
No way. Mirror? The mirror......
Fortunately, I was able to find a mirror at the antique dressing table not far away.
I almost screamed as soon as I saw myself in the mirror.
The moment I made eye contact with the woman in the mirror, there was a sharp stabbing pain in my head, like a severe migraine.
It was the aftermath of putting a lot of information into one's head at once.
All I can do is clutch my head and hope this pain goes away. I felt like a lot of info was being transplanted into my brain cells, including where I was, who I was, and what happened.
As soon as the pain was lightened, I breathed a long sigh of relief without realizing it. I sat heavily on the chair in front of the dressing table and looked in the mirror again.
Natural black hair that reminds me of obsidian stones, and light beige eyes that glow gold.
I met eyes with a beautiful woman with fine proportions.
I reached out and touched the mirror. The woman in the mirror also reached out and our palms seemed to touch.
"Ha......."
The woman in the mirror exhaled a short breath. That is not my face.
That happened a week ago.
Obviously, I'm 33 years old, and I'm a normal office worker in Korea. When I woke up from sleep, I was called the Empress.
Sidica de Aperna Greywin.
The noblest woman in the Empire.
She was the Empress. I was just an office worker who earned a meager pay and ate convenience store lunches every month, and I was perplexed that I suddenly became the Empress.
What's a little comforting is that she was 32 years old. If I had to find comfort, I did.
"Your Majesty, it's chilly."
As I turned my eyes, Laren, the lady-in-waiting, draped the fur onto my shoulders. Come to think of it, the air seemed a little chilly.
After the fur was wrapped around, I realized it was cold again.
"Let's get inside. You haven't fully recovered yet."
I decided to stop taking a stroll and go with Laren's worried words.
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