Reborn as the Blessed Luna

Chapter 2: The Price of Royalty

Here I stand, alive and living a life that’s not my own. Somehow, I’ve taken over the existence of a young girl who has yet to reach womanhood. I know more than these people realize, but I don’t understand how this magic works—or if this is simply a dream.

I walk to the side of the cave and pick up a stone, then strike my foot with it. The moment the pain hits, I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. Now I know for a fact: this is no dream.

As I wait for the pain to subside, I think about my current life. My name is no longer Lourdes—I have to remind myself that I am now Princess Mitchell. I’m barely of age and already engaged to a man who loves another woman, a man in his early twenties. Her father is a glorified alcoholic with a testosterone deficiency that inflates his fragile ego. Since I’m his only daughter, I’m the quintessential “daddy’s girl.” My mother, on the other hand, has issues with herself and takes them out on me.

This is a man’s world, where women are not supposed to stand out, which makes me incredibly frustrated and angry at how messed up the past is compared to my future. What I don’t fully understand is why my father prefers me, a woman, over a man. Historically speaking, a woman alone is powerful, but that’s in my world. Where I come from, women did similar things, but not just to be married off.

I’m curious to learn more about this girl’s education. I need to be ready for the insults of my gender from the people of this time. While I’m living in this era, I have to make the best of it. The same goes for those bratty ladies-in-waiting of mine. They act as if they control my reputation, but I’m ready to show them they’re more ridiculous than the doll I used to carry around—at least until Mitchell gave it to her Nana.

Her Nana seems to be a woman full of secrets, which will be hard to extract from her. She appears to be very affectionate toward my mother, who clearly despises me when she should be sympathetic to my situation. That woman earned the title “mother” simply by getting pregnant, but she is no real mother. She lacks any maternal instinct, and her terror at the man she married proves to me that she is a horrible person.

And finally, there are the two delusional men I’m stuck with—Leo, the squire, and Alpha King Marcus. No matter the choice, I’m stuck with the Alpha King, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make him work for it.

The idea of making a man sweat for a simple task makes me chuckle. I may not be able to exact my revenge on that motherfucker Victor St. Claire, but I’ll be damned if I allow this girl to live her life the same way she has been till her death.

Her suffering ended, but her legacy will go on. Now that I think about it, I need to see my new body and make myself feel like I am the Princess. Walking to the edge of the cave, where I could leave for the forest the girl was playing through prior to her death, I see it had rained, and small holes filled with water give me the chance to see my reflection.

There I see fully my tan skin, brown eyes, and long, wet, wavy black hair. She has no chest that I can see, and that makes me miss my old body, which was a filled cup 34C. This girl must be in a training bra. I don’t see my behind, and the dress covers me enough to not allow me to see myself properly, but moving my hands on my behind, I compare it to my old body, and I am definitely double in size.

Strange, but thick thighs save lives, and I intend to do just that. Thinking about my current body and the style trends these people might be following, I remember how unhygienic these times were for both genders. That will be the first thing I do. I need to feel in control and not a complete mess, and if these people think they have won, I will give them a real wake-up call.

With all the bravery I can muster in my body, mind, and feelings, I decide to start walking out of this cave, holding my broken boots, my hair in a bad braid, and clutching this now ruined dress. I understand I am blessed with a way to connect to my new kind.

These creatures—I need to learn how to be one of them, and as I keep walking, I see two older women walking with their recent picking of crops. The second they see me, they bow to me and speak. “Young Princess, the king is searching for you. May we bring you to him?”

Giving them a small smile, I speak in my childish voice that takes me off guard as I hear myself for the very first time. My once assertive and seductive woman’s voice is now replaced with a childish tone; no wonder many hate to hear me.

“It would give me great peace to be with my father and the Alpha King. Please show me the way.”

As we keep walking, I can hear the steps of the warriors tracking me, and I decide to make a clear point to my father before I reach the castle. Taking the attention of the women ahead of me, I say softly to the one closest to me, “Please allow me to borrow your clothes. I wish to be dry and not cold in my current attire.”

Remembering the words this Princess used to use is tricky, but the words come flowing through my lips as I think of what to say to them. The two women have two sets of clothing on them. We walk to a small area of bushes, and I take the dang dress off me but leave my undergarments on. Each gives me their spare clothes.

Walking in their clothes, I say softly, “I will recompense you both with new clothes, gold, and food for your troubles.” They smile kindly and take the old dress from my hands.

Before we walk, the one with the dress asks me, “My Princess, may I have this dress for my granddaughter’s wedding?” As we keep walking, I reply kindly, “You may; it is the least I can do in exchange for being brought back to my castle.”

We don’t speak more, but they do until we arrive at the castle, and a huge brown wolf walks up to the two old women, to which his eyes change gray, and then he bows down to me. With a simple, wide smile, we enter the grand entrance and pass the bridge to the large stone castle.

Once inside, we pass a grand fountain to another set of wide double doors that are opened by maids who bow to me. I must say, for a princess, this girl has it good, and I know for a fact this will be a real big piece of cake just for me.

Once we are in, I see the chamberlain come closer to us, and as the two women bow, the man growls as he demands of the two women. “How dare you take the dress of the late Princess!”

Without holding myself back, I let the headband that covered my face fall, revealing my face to the old bastard. He freezes, his eyes wide with shock. “Princess Mitchell?” he stutters, taking a step back. “You... you’re alive?”

I stand tall, letting the weight of my presence fill the room. “Yes, I am alive,” I say, my voice calm but firm. “But I am not the same girl who left this castle. I am no longer just Princess Mitchell. I am Lourdes, and I will not be a puppet to anyone’s will.”

The chamberlain looks confused, but I don’t give him a chance to speak. “Tell my father I will see him now,” I command. “It’s time we had a real conversation.”

He nods quickly, scurrying away to do as I’ve asked. I turn to the two women who helped me, giving them a grateful smile. “Thank you for your kindness. You will be rewarded for your help.”

As they bow and leave, I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity wash over me. For the first time since waking up in this strange new life, I feel like I know who I am. I am not just Mitchell; I am Lourdes. And I will make my own path in this world.

I walk through the castle halls with purpose, my head held high. I am ready to face my father, to tell him exactly who I am and what I plan to do. No more pretending, no more hiding. It’s time to embrace my true self, to embrace Lourdes.

As I approach the throne room, I feel a surge of determination. This is my life now, and I will live it on my own terms. I push open the doors, stepping inside to face whatever comes next.

And as I stand there, ready to confront my fate, I know one thing for certain: I am not afraid. I am strong, I am capable, and I am ready to fight for what I believe in. Just as this poor soul wanted, I will live for us both.