“Just like that?” Genevieve asked in despair as she felt herself falling backwards.
“It was the last chapter.” Genevieve said in frustration.
“It was the last chapter!
Couldn’t they write a better ending than that?” Genevieve asked in rage not bothered that massive amounts of her own blood was pooling around her.
“The least she couldn’t have done was given them a good smack instead of crying and wailing like a sitting duck waiting to be killed!” Genevieve thought as her vision faded.
“Are you still sleeping you little brat.” a middle aged woman yelled as she poured cold water all over Genevieve.
Jolting awake in shock and looking around in a panic, Genevieve looked up to see a middle aged maid and looked at her like she had grown three heads.
“Wasn’t I dead?” Genevieve asked in confusion.
Not giving her time to think, the middle aged maid threw Genevieve down from the bed she was sleeping on.
“Hey!” Genevieve yelled in frustration before realizing her voice sounded different, younger.
Lifting her arms, Genevieve saw pale hands that had been littered with scars.
“What’s happening?” Genevieve asked in confusion as she looked down at her clothes to find out that she was wearing rags.
“You useless child, is this what I get for raising you.” the middle aged maid said before slapping her brutally.
Giving the middle aged woman a fierce glare, Genevieve yelled”There are only two people allowed to hit me and both of them are deceased!.” as she grabbed the middle aged maid’s legs, toppled her to the ground and began attacking her face with her nails.
“You useless blob.” Genevieve yelled as she scattered the middle aged lady’s perfectly packed bun.
“I will teach you not to mess with me!” Genevieve yelled as she turned the middle aged maid’s head everywhere but loose.
“Princess Evelyn!” a young maid yelled as she ripped her off from the middle aged maid.
“Huh?” Genevieve asked in confusion.
“You know what they will do to you if you rebel.” the young maid said as she used her body to block Genevieve.
“Who is this?” Genevieve asked in confusion.
“It’s not too late, if we apologize she will let you go after I shield you from the beating.” the young maid said as she blocked Genevieve from the middle aged maid.
“What is she talking about?” Genevieve asked in confusion but when she saw the whip marks on the young maid’s neck, everything clicked.
“I Transmigrated as Princess Evelyn!” Genevieve thought in alarm.
“You useless girl” the maid yelled as she hobbled unto her feet.
“It’s too late to regret your actions now.” the middle aged woman said as she brought out a whip from her apron.
“After I discipline you, you will have nothing but tiny sips of water for a week.” the middle aged maid yelled and small pieces of Princess Evelyn’s memory began to flash through Genevieve’s mind.
Princess Evelyn, Three years old.
“You useless brat, how can’t you dress yourself at this age.” a maid yelled as she slapped three year old Princess Evelyn.
“Since ball gowns are too hard for you to wear.
From now on, you are to wear this.” the maid yelled as she handed Princess Evelyn the rags the Genevieve was currently dressed in.
Princess Evelyn, Five years old.
“Scrub the plates harder.” the maids jeered as they passed over their dirty plates to five year old Princess Evelyn to wash as she trembled from the cold water she used to watch the dishes.
Princess Evelyn, Six years old.
“You are getting too fat so no food for you this night ” a maid said, but Princess Evelyn grabbed on to the maid’s skirt.
“Please.” Princess Evelyn said desperately.
“I haven’t had anything to eat for thirteen days.” Princess Evelyn pleaded with the maid but the maid kicked away and Princess Evelyn held her stomach in despair.
Memory ended.
“Yes” Genevieve thought as she got up slowly.
“This is how it was supposed to go.” Genevieve said as she called her fists.
“Beat, starve repeat, beat starve repeat.” Genevieve mumured before launching herself at the middle aged maid named Beatrice with all her strength.
Despite being so little, Princess Evelyn managed to topple Beatrice and once she secured herself on top of her, Genevieve didn’t stop swinging.
“This is for Princess Evelyn!” Genevieve said as she swung her fists this time.
“This is for poor Myrah!” Genevieve yelled, referring to the poor young maid who had a whip mark at the back of her neck and shielded her until the day she died.
“And this” Genevieve said as she raised her fists.
“This is for trying to reap where you did not sow.” Genevieve yelled as she punched Beatrice in the throat effectively knocking her out.
“Princess Evelyn, Princess Evelyn.” Myrah cried as she pulled her off of the knocked out Beatrice.
“What are we going to do now?.” Myrah asked helplessly.
“The others won’t leave you alone and I can’t protect you from them all.” Myrah cried in fear as she held Princess Evelyn in her arms.
“It’s okay.” Genevieve said as she hugged Myrah tight.
“It is about time that I paid them back for raising me so well.” Genevieve said confidently as she looked in the direction of the second princess’s birthday celebration, where all members of the royal family were present.