Accidentally Betrothed

seemed identical, a blur of stone walls, lavish tapestries, and intricate carvings that offered no clues about where he

ay guarded by two soldiers. They stared at her with unreadable expressions, b

mary. Emily threw herself onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with a contented sigh. *At least there's one good thing about this medieval ni

owever, was

hit the floor with a loud groan. Blinking in shock, she looked up to see

ed, his tone laced with disgust. "Do

re shoulder. "Apparently, it's the room of someone who doesn'

!" he practically shouted. "How dare you-Lady Eleanor-tarnish it with your presence? D

as trying to get some sleep, which you rudely interrupted. And third..." She paused, looking around the room at the swords

off, holding up a hand. "Look, would you just calm down?" she said, her tone casual in a way that se

ror, their hands covering their mouths. She vaguely recognized them from earlier; they were her personal maids, appar

maids stammered, her voice trembling. "She... she's bee

row. "Strange? How a

ady, you've been speaking in a very... peculiar man

was his room, alright? And relax! In my time... uh, I mean, in... different

it would be best if you... refrained from speaking about

d, eyeing her with suspicion, "you want me to believe you've suddenly

t's exactly what I'm saying. You wouldn'

lady, we were just telling His Highness that you've been asking for... erm, directio

memory loss may explain why she..." She hesitated, casting a worrie

venient," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Memory loss that convenien

ander, but I'm not about to pretend I know all these... ancient rules of nobility just t

fusion. "Air...bnb?" one of them aske

e to my *real* room so I don't end up in any more trouble." She glan

ickly disguising it as a cough. "Yes,

re searing into her back. But she didn't look back, only whispered to

g her head. "Not quite, my lady. But... you

ing to survive in this bizarre world, she'd have to embrace h