In the end she have a hard time remembering the memories her best friend have told her in some of those crucial events. All she write was the things she remember reading the novel and the first ever experience she had in 'this world'.

"My lady, you really are a genius! As expected from the future queen of the empire!" Shelly gleefully said as she put down some of the papers on the desk.

Francheska flinched from her writing.

The lady was a genius? Or was it a mistake that she forgot her age at the moment she was writing.

"Y-you can read my writing...?" Trying to hide her concerned voice.

But as they locked eyes, Shelly her maid smiled as she said, "No my lady, your drawings are really mysterious!"

What the...

I'm not even sure if she is joking or praising me. Atleast be more sure when you said that! It feels like I have gone crazy from the fall of that tree. I'm still a child, I bet she will just think that my behavior are childish.

Looking at her writings, Francheska thought of something.

"Shelly, can you read this?" Handing her the paper, the maid stared at the sheet. But as time passes her maid's face was morfed from serious to a very confused ugly face. With a sigh the maid handed her back the paper.

"No I can't, you are a very talented and hard to decipher my lady."

Hmm...

From what Shiela could observed from the maids words, she guessed that the villainess have been a weird genius. No one can understand her, and seemed to be very cheeky, spoiled, and of course a brat. Since from what she remembered from the duchess, 'I' have adjusted to the said etiquette mentor.

With the paper on the desk, she write her insight. Yes, she is not doing something weird at all, just scribbling on a paper.

"My lady, it's time for your bed."

"Ah yes! Please prepare for me." Arranging the papers and pens, she stopped midway.

Her little actions could be a way bigger jump out of character. She is just a kid, she repeated inside her mind.

After her maid finished the bed, Francheska suddenly jumped straight into it.

Ahhhhhh so soft, smells so good, it feels like I'm getting sucked by the bed. Last time was so hard and stinky augh!

"My lady! You haven't undressed yet, please get up!"

Pouting, she stuck her tongue out towards her maid.

"My lady, that's rude!" The maid tried to catch her, but ended up chasing her around the room.

Both now panting, Francheska finally surrendered to her maid. Now wearing a nightgown, Francheska headed to the very big bed and let herself get swallowed by the bed.

Shelly covering the lady's body with the blanket, the maid got up and blow off the lights, and headed to the door.

"Have a great sleep my lady, have a rest for your tomorrows lessons." The final words of her maid, as she finally close the doors of her room.

Staring up to the ceiling, as she wondered with the beautiful art that she is seeing. Shelly seemed to be a very good person. Ever since when she woke up first in this world, she remembered how very protective she was, and especially on 'that day' too.

Thinking deeply same as the night goes. When she was an actress, her stage name Erica. She truly had those life, but it was the life she had a hard time accepting. All throughout her life, in the same age right now, all she did was auditioned to child programs, or commercials, for her to land a major role someday. Never really had a childhood where she can play with other children, the 'play' she had was different.

This is a new life Sheila, I no longer hold that stage name. I am, me right now, but... inside the villainess body. Am I really me?

The thoughts stopped as she falls to sleep, giving space to her mind as she slept the night.

As the light shined her face, even with eyes closed. She prep herself up just like whenever she wakes up from her clock. She's the type to get easily disturbed, guess it became a habit of hers.

"Good thing you are not stubborn to wake up."

After clearing the dirt from her eyes, she glanced to the direction where she heard the strict voice.

Shit! Did I--

Forgetting her thoughts, she decided to straighten her posture and got off from her bed. Giving the strict old lady a decent greeting.

"Let's see what you have learned from yesterday's lesson. I'll be here watching your behavior, go on."

I should've thought about that instead of reminiscing my sad previous life! I'm so stupid, this is an aristocratic life after all...

Feeling the tension rise, Francheska took a gulp to her drying throat. Taking a deep breath, she commanded Shelly for her morning routine.

The morning was very busy for Francheska everything was too uptight. With her etiquette teacher supervising every move, the duchess was also watching her for a brief morning from the hallway.

It was like two predators setting their eyes on one little prey.

Even with her other lessons, her mentors were mostly strict. No one was really friendly with her, was it because she was the child of the Hartpinjer?

Her day was rough, too strict! She remember when she mistakenly lift a utensil, the madam suddenly flicked her hand without saying a warning!

Aristocratic life sure sucks, this life is too difficult! If I could compare my life... its sure that I would choose--

With some of her memories back from the past... it was sure sad and strict, but what made it better was her bestfriends.

She's alone in 'this' world after all, who just came back three times.

With the quill on her hand, she had a hard time scribbling the foreign words on the paper. With her mentor sitting across, she tried not to show her struggling.

"You can stop what you are doing, it's time for a break."

Francheska immediately stopped, for the joints on her knuckles were screaming in pain, she is still a nine years old.

As the mentor called for the maid and ask for their snacks, Francheska was only staring the features of her mentor.

He looks young but could tell that he is old from the way he dressed. She remembered from what Shelly have told her that this man is her cousin. Inspecting, there was nothing alike or any features that could resemble they were relatives...

Where was he? Was he there in the day she was executed? Probably... she was busy getting mad at the crown prince.

"Ummm... sir, why are all of my mentors strict of me? Am I that bad?" Francheska asks, with the plate of snacks on her table, after her things were put aside.

No response was heard from the mentor. With the silence, Francheska have no other choice but eat.

Why are they not responding to me? Is it because I'm still a kid...?

"You're not just a kid, but the person who will marry the crown prince."

Startled by the sudden respond, Francheska put a hand on her mouth.

Crap... I just said that out loud?

Francheska suddenly stood up and walk around for her mentor to see her, as she gave a slight boa for forgiveness.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness! I spoke without being ask to!"

"Its okay, were in a break so it's not rude for you to speak."

Straightening her posture she returned to her seat.

She was wrong, even tho he doesn't have any resemblance. His trait solidifies that they have the same blood.

"I understand that everything right now doesn't makes sense to a nine year old. Even tho you have the royal blood, you are still a child."

Sipping his tea, he turned to the window. The skies were turning orange as the sun is hardly to be seen. Putting his cup down the table. Her mentor turned to her, locking their eyes.

"Soon when you debut to the society, these lessons the duchess and duke provided, will be your only weapon in saving yourself."

As they continued with their break, Francheska didn't forget what he said. He is right after all, she wouldn't be a child forever. As years will come, she will face her fate once again.