Why Did I Become the Villainess?

     "Miss, wake up. You still need to visit the King and the Queen today."

     I was woken up by a girl wearing a maid uniform. Miss? King and Queen? Wait, a girl in a maid uniform? But Lena and I don't have a maid.

     "Shut up! Get the hell out of my room." I unconsciously shouted and threw the pillow to the maid.

    I immediately got up from lying on the bed when I realized the words that came from my mouth. I look at the girl I've just thrown the pillow to. She has teary eyes now and still bowing her head to me.

    What the heck is happening? Why did those words come out of my mouth even if I don't want to? It's as if my mouth has a mind of its own. Even my hands.

    "Aw, she's crying now. Poor you." I unconsciously said again. My feet move on their own, and it moves out of bed. It walks towards the girl, and my hand grabs the maid's hair. "Get the hell out of here! You're a useless maid! Get lost!" My feet kick her arms after.

    The maid immediately breaks from my hold and runs out of the room crying. I wanted to run after her, but my feet walk towards the mirror, and grins at the reflection.

I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry. I really wanted to say it to her, but my mouth wouldn't open. My eyes continue to stare blankly at my reflection.

"Useless maid!" The words come out of my mouth like it have it's own mind. My hand grabs the hairbrush and comb my purple hair.

Wait, purple hair? I immediately look at my reflection. A round face, two beautiful purple eyes, curly and long purple hair. A charming face of a nine to ten years old child.

"No way!" I immediately touch the mirror to check if it's really my reflection. I then feel my face and arms. "Is this me? No way!" I immediately pinched myself, hoping that I will wake up from this dream, but I didn't.

I look at the mirror again and frown. Why did I become a child? But that's not the problem here. Why did I become this person? The last time I remember, I was finishing the first half of the novel, King, are you gay? Then I woke up to this?

"Don't tell me I've time travel? No way! But I didn't even get hit by a truck, or I didn't even fell on the water. So how? How the heck did I came here?" I messed my hair out of frustration.

"Maybe, this is a dream. Yeah, this is just a dream. HAHAHA! How could I time travel? There's no way it's true." I look at my arm and pinch myself hard, again and again, until my arms are already bleeding. "I'm not dreaming. Omg! I'm really not dreaming. What would I do now?"

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I woke back and forth before I slumped myself on the floor and cried. "I'm really not dreaming. So, the reason why I feel like my mouth and my feet has a mind of their own is because I time travel? But it doesn't make sense. Why do those female leads in novels can do what they want and I cannot? Ahh, I'm going crazy because of this." I knock my head on the bedpost. "I just wanna go home."

    "Wait, Ysavel, calm down." I have done some breathing exercises, and then I try to look around the room I woke up in. "Let's calm down and look for something then. Maybe I will find a clue where I am and who I am."

    I walk towards the study table and rummage through the stuff there. I've found a picture of two children: one girl and one boy. The girl looks like the current me, and the boy looks familiar. I just forgot where or when did I saw him.

I'm still contemplating what to do when someone knocks on the door. "Miss, the Count is already asking for your presence. He said you should go down now for the meal."

I am about to say that I will go down when my mouth shouted words on it's own. "I've said. I will go down in a minute. Can you just get lost! Argh, why do these maids are so stupid." I immediately covered my mouth. "What's that? I didn't want to say it. Why did it come from my mouth?"

    I slump my head on the table. "You got to be kidding me? So, I time travel, and now I don't even have full control of my body? This is so unfair!" I messed my hair out of frustration.

   "What did the maid said? The count? Who's the count? Maybe I should meet him first." I stand up and look for changing clothes. All the clothes I see are only dresses, and they really look expensive. "Where am I? In the medieval period? Am I a princess now?"

    I just picked a very simple dress. Most of the dresses are extravagant and flashy. It's like the owner of it is always going to royal parties or such. And since I'm not really a dress person, I just picked the most simple one.

   After changing clothes, I looked at the mirror and smiled. "Well, not bad. This face really looks beautiful. The dress makes my hair and eyes look beautiful. I didn't even know it's possible to have purple hair and eyes." I tried checking my eyes. Checking if I could find contact lenses, but it's genuine. I do have purple eyes. "How could I even think it's contact lenses? Like, come on, this is like the medieval period. Where do you think people can get contact lenses?" I shook my head and looked at the mirror again.

"I think it's time now to meet the count. But wait, what would I do after I meet him? Should I do curtsy? Why can't I get the memories of the original owner of this body? This time traveling is really unfair! Oh, well, since I have no choice, I'll just figure it out later."

I walk out of the room. I was welcomed by the maid that woke me up a while ago. Her head is down, and her hands are trembling. She's probably only five years older than I.

"What are you doing there? Get out of my sight. I don't want to see your face." And again, my mouth moves on its own. So as my feet, it walks on its own and brings me to a room with two people in it. It's like a dining room. There's an old guy, not really that old, probably still in his early thirty's and a woman who's the same age as the guy, I guess.

The woman smiled at me and extended her hand at me. "My dear, you look beautiful on that dress. It's enhanced your eyes and your hair." She hugged me and let me sits beside her.

I just smiled at her. "Thanks, mom, it's on our blood." My mouth said, and then my eyes move to the guy. "Good morning, dad."

The guy that my mouth calls dad just smiled at me and continue eating. Dad? He is my dad? I look at the woman who started filling my cup of tea. She's probably my mom. But I heard the maid said the count is asking for me. Where's the count?

"Are you okay, dear? Drink your tea now. I made this one for you because I know how you love to drink tea in the morning." My mother then touches my hair and smile. Afterward, she continues eating her meal while she asks me questions from time to time.

And from our conversations. I've realized that the guy, I mean my dad, is the count. And today, we're going to visit the King and the Queen for a specific reason. Although I still don't know what's the reason is.

After eating, we immediately go to the palace. The palace isn't far. It's a fifteen minutes carriage ride. It's probably a five minute drive in the real world. I'm still quite amazed when I went inside the carriage. It made me feel like I'm really a royalty. The carriage is enormous. It could probably fit five to eight persons in it. The interior design is really unique.

"My dear, are you nervous?" My mother asked me. We're already in the palace vicinity. We just need to go to the main palace building.

My head shook on its own. "I'm not. I'm actually excited to meet his majesty and her majesty." My mouth said.

I'm now getting used to how my mouth said what it wants to said. At least this body is polite and nice when talking to her parents. I'm just concerned about how she treated her maid and other people.

The carriage stopped in front of a giant palace. It's like those old palaces you could see online. A guy came out from nowhere and opened the door for us. He's wearing a very formal suit like what a butler in movies or manhua wears. He also assisted us when we got down from the carriage.

"Count, Countess, and Miss. Welcome to the palace." The guy bows his head, and several women dress in maid's outfit walk towards us. They also bow at us and greet us. "The King and the Queen are waiting for all of you. Please follow me." The guy leads us inside the palace and to a big room. It's like a receiving room in modern houses the difference is that it's soo big.

"Greetings, your majesty. The count and the countess are here with their daughter." The guy announces.

     A lovely couple welcomed us. It's the King and his Queen. The King waved his hand to the guy, and the guy immediately left the room. My parents immediately bow their heads and do a little curtsy for them. My body also moves on her own and follows what my parents are doing.

    A real Queen and a real King? Are you kidding me? I'm really thrilled to see an actual royalty in person. Both of them look so regal. Like how those arts depicted a King and Queen is. They're just sitting there, but I can already feel their radiating aura of royalties.

   The King smiled at us and offered us to sit. I just followed my parents and sat. The King started to talk about the monarch with my father. My mother then began to speak with the Queen. And since it's rude for a child to join the conversation, I just sit there and simply admiring the Queen and the King.

    The Queen notices how I stare at them and smiles. "Csille, you've grown as a beautiful lady. It's been a long time I've seen you. The dress really suits you."

     My mouth politely smiled and responded on its own. "Thank you, your majesty. But I still think her majesty is the epitome of beauty."

    The queen and my mother just laughed. "Her majesty, I also agree with my daughter. No one in the Kingdom of Vrawyth could compare to your beauty."

    "Countess, you're really flattering me." The Queen looks at me and holds my hand. "I'm pretty sure Prince Fraser would be happy to see you, Csille Lauretré."

Wait what? Prince Fraser? Csille Lauretré? I suddenly remembered the reflection on the mirror in the morning. Purple hair and purple eyes. The picture on the table. Two little children. A guy and a girl. It's Prince Fraser and Csille. It's the same picture that I draw. DON'T TELL ME I BECOME THE VILLAINESS OF MY OWN STORY?!