MY REINCARNATED EMPRESS IS A WILD CARD

Mirror Mirror

CONT’D

"And what's going on here?"Lola's voice was heard from behind. I could tell not just by her voice but also her fragrance.

I turned around to see her standing behind me, her eyes narrowed at Zara who was still looking adamant to runway

But why is she trying to runway?

"Is that. . . Zara?", Lola pouted. She looked at Zara then me. Her lips moved indicating she wanted to speak but Zara exploded at that moment.

" Why are you all calling me Zara! I am not Zara!."

" Jorald. . .", Lola muttered out my name. "What's the meaning of this? what's going on? isn't she supposed to be dead?"

"Dead?!"

" Enough!.", I demanded and looked at both sides. The maidens vanished from our midst without hesitation.

Lola was half moved by my reaction to her questions.

"We both know I am not lying. Zara died five years ago, so who is this girl?"

I heaved a sigh, about to speak till Zara grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of her way.

"My name is Diana Bloodstone, daughter of Howard Bloodstone. I am not Zara or whatever you call it and I demand to leave."

Lola looked at me and for some reason, she held a smile on her face and walked up to me.

"Darling. You should let her go. It's wrong to keep strangers within the palace premise."

I didn't know when my reflex reacted and pushed her away. " You have no say In this. You shouldn't even be here."

She moved closer with a stern look on her face. "You better let her go, Jorald. ", she whispered. "She isn't Zara, she is someone else. She's not your Zara, if she was your Zara, well it's a good thing she isn't. I am your queen now, nobody can take that from me."

Angered by this , I shoved her out of my way with the mind of talking to Zara but unfortunately. . .

. . .she wasn't there anymore.

"Where is she?!"

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( Diana's POV)

While they were arguing like children, I ran off as quickly as I could. I don't want to stay here for any minute longer.

Where did the Goddess bring me to, why did she bring me here.

I paced faster and faster. Running through the extended hallway that held so many frames and artifacts that designated the wall.

I didn't look at what they contained, I wasn't curious to know anything other than getting out of here.

My heart thumped as I paced. I could see the exit of the hallway. I could feel myself getting closer and closer. I am almost there!

Thud!

My body crashes with another's. Causing me to fall hard on my back.

"ulk! what gives." I lampooned, looking up to the same man I had left behind. How did he get here so fast? is he a werewolf?

I didn't even sense him.

He crouched and looked at me with his admirable eyeballs but I dragged myself away from him.

"What the matter with you, I know I have wronged you but you have to give me another chance."

"I don't even know anything. I am not your Zara. How many times am I going to explain this to you."

"Then why do you look so much like her? You still hold that unquenchable fragrance. That rose---"

" Just stop."His arousing voice made me feel uncomfortable. I don't know why but it felt familiar to me. " Stop. I don't know what you are talking about, and the fragrance , how?", I checked myself out only to actually perceive the scent.

"No, this isn't right."

"What isn't right?"

"How do I have this on? I don't use this fragrance."

" What as come over you my love."

I jolted up in shock. "He I am not your love! and I will never be."

" Zara..."

" Stop it. Stop calling me that, I am not Zara!." My voice escalated quickly, there was a small silence in the hallway that ended the conversation between us.

That alone gave me a little time to process my situation.

He mistakes me to be his Zara, he will only be able to do that if I actually look like her.

" I need a mirror."

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He led me to his room. I didn't want to be here. I just wanted to clear things out.

Prove to him that I am not his Zara..

I hope I am not wrong. . .

I came in front of the mirror only for my confidence to be shattered at that moment.

"This isn't my face. . .", I struggled to hold my balance. "No, this isn't my face."

"Zara. . ."

My eyes caught him coming closer but I shouted at him, pointing my fingers at him to stay away from him.

"Don't call me that! I am not your Zara, there must have been a mistake. This isn't possible."

" What isn't possible? Talk to me."

"You bett--", my voice breaks , I suddenly feel weak, tired, dizzy.

My head was spinning badly.

" Zara.",

I wasn't okay, I felt the darkness trying to consume me.

My legs wobbling, the floor swaying beneath me.

The last thing my eyes saw before the darkness could fully consume me was his innocent eyes , worried and scared as he sought to catch me after I had fainted.

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