"Ahhhh why meeee?! I didn't do anything, just played this shitty game, fuck, fuck fuck fuck!"
[System: Your heart rate—]
"Shut up! Millions of people played this shit and you choose me?! A fucking town girl who didn't even stepped in a city in her life?! To be a fucking Empress?!"
[System: You have fit the description]
[Woman, with no family. A woman who played at least 500 hours. A woman who reached max level. A woman who completed the final achievement. A woman who is in her late 20s.]
[Out of 43,456 candidates you were the one who got picked on a random roll. Be happy.]
"Happy?! Happy that you have destroyed my life?! I bought my first house working twelve hour shifts every single fucking day and suddenly a black hole fucking vacuumed me in and I wake up in this terrible dress in a palace!"
[System: Correct.]
Indeed, the System was correct and even her, as she was in the grand palace of the Klimanitina Empire, the exact same empire that she ruled… in the game at least.
An empire that put her in the 17th century, the well known Rococo era… with a difference that it wasn't based on a total fictional world, a total fictional country and its people and history.
A game where the Empress took the throne after her family perished in a fire. In doing so, she not only assumed power but also entered a dangerous internal struggle, as her own people sought to overthrow her and claim the throne for themselves, though that wasn't her biggest concern.
"My boobs are exploding, I don't feel my stomach, and this dress what is this!? I'm going to—"
Three knocks came from the white wooden door decorated with golden leaves and intricate carvings, three light knocks and then it opened up.
"Your Majesty." A man stepped in dressed in full black and golden trims on his military uniform, with a silver shining blade on his side and on the other a flint pistol."The meeting is starting."
"My name is Daisy, not Majesty, and second, who are you?" She asked the question in a manner that a bit choked the soldier.
"Uh… I am terribly sorry for my manner and if I offended you, Majesty—"
"Daisy. That is my name." She said again, this time louder and more aggressive, to say at least as she was trying to pull on the dress to let some air in.
It also put the soldier in an extremely difficult position, as she didn't care about protocol, the rules of the age. This created a test of his loyalty… should he address her as 'Majesty,' or follow her unusual request to use her first name, a move that was actually considered a sin?
"Uh, my Empress, I can't—"
"I recognize that medal there." She said pointing to the right side of his chest. "You are my bodyguard, aren't you?"
"Indeed, I am the Commander of your Highness' bodyguards and your Majesty's personal bodyguard."
"Good. Then stop this formal and respectful crap."
"C…carp?
"Yeah. Your role is to save my life, not to sweet talk. So my name to you is Daisy. You don't need this formality, but be aggressive because you look out for my life. So just be as simple as you can."
Silence fell, as the guard couldn't tell whether this was reality or some kind of dream. Maybe someone had poisoned him. It wasn't just about manners or the rules of the imperial family… she had never been like this as a child.
The black sheep of the family, Daisy Versica, as a child, she was the only Imperial who actually acted the way the blood dictated. She was a black sheep as she often brawled with other kids, even attacked attendants who disrespected her, or laughed at her, even stabbed a butler's eye out with a fork. But at the same time, she had everything in her.
A genius who aced every class. A child who had stared at corpses on the Eastern Front without flinching, who even smiled at the sight of fallen enemies. That same little child who, in the end, claimed the throne.
But that was all just part of the backstory of the game… the story of the family. Now that the game had become reality, Her Majesty Daisy was not the Daisy everyone remembered.
And to say she was different would be an understatement.
"D-Daisy, the meeting starts and… uh." The soldier seemed to be looking for the right words, and well, not looking into Daisy's eyes, and she noticed something else too.
His hands twitched, and sweat rolled down his forehead, but it wasn't just that, his entire demeanor radiated worry. And when your personal bodyguard is worried, you know something serious is about to happen.
The game… first chapter… what is that about… think, think… ohhh, they want me to step down from the throne…
[System: Correction, not just step down, but they want to strip every power from you, even your name, as you hold too much influence over the Empire. The last Versica of the bloodline.]
Ah… and I need to… survive as a woman… who only got power because of my blood…
[System: Correction, not just nobles, but the Empire is vast with three kingdoms. The objective with the first chapter is to find peace or slaughter everybody who is against you.]
"Ahhh, understandable." She nodded with a smile on her face. "FUCK THIS! I'M JUST A GIRL AND THEY WANT TO BEHEAD ME FOR BEING BORN IN A FAMILY OF ROYAL… I DIDN'D DO ANYTHING, FUCK THEM!" She shouted from the top of her lungs as she grabbed the little table next to her and just threw it across the room.
But in that moment, she did something that changed someone's view… and that someone was in the room with her.
The commander's eyes just widened as he witnessed something he truly never expected to witness. It wasn't about the aggression, it wasn't about the fact that she threw a one-hundred-year-old masterpiece off a table across the room, but the message of it.
He heard the anger, heard the worry, and moreover, he understood that she knew what position she sits in, moreover what position the Empire is in.
The brink of a fall, the brink of an all-out war.