Transmigrated as the King’s mate

“Jaz? Drive slower. This isn’t a race track. You can get fined for breaking the speed limit.” My mother says cheerily from the back seat. My father only laughs. He’s sitting beside her and weaving his hand through her hair. I side-eye them from the rear view mirror, not even listening. I just got my drivers license today dammit. At twenty three. After so many tries. I’m celebrating dammit. And by celebrating, I mean singing lyrics and sticking my hand out in the air. “The guy was a total noob. He was still trying to over take me.” My father clicks his tongue, like he was expecting this. “You foolish girl, listen to your mother.” My heart speeds up as a cold hand lands on my shoulder and squeezes to the point of pain. I can make out my father’s black eyes glaring at me from the mirror. His face was getting paler too I rush to defend myself. “I’m pretty sure that guy is an addi-“ I don’t see the car coming. I never see the car coming. I try to speed up, I manage to avoid it hitting me, but it crashes into the care rear. My mother screams- I’m drenched in sweat as I straighten myself up. I blink blearily trying to make sense of my surroundings and where I am. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Shut up, you killed them. A sigh escapes me as I wipe my forehead of the sweat there. I’m leaning against a shelf as I take in the boxes in front of me. I honestly cannot believe I didn’t finish this up. I wonder if the nightmares would ever end. It didn’t look like it would anytime soon. Even though It was a year ago and I moved out of the city and down to my grandmothers property in her village. Where I never have to drive, so I would never need to be in a car. And kill someone else. I bend down to pick one of the boxes. My grandmother left her manor for me when she passed away. It was built for live-in but it was also an old library. There were millions of books that had been put away, probably when she was sick. I planned on reopening the library. She left me a great fortune so since I never have to work, I had to find something to occupy myself with. But at this rate, I would never finish. The box I had gathered was one of the marked boxes. There was a large red X on the top. My Uncle Robert usually visited and brought the boxes with him, requesting that I should keep them in the basement of the manor. Uncle Rob, another dead relative. I shook my head, even though it wouldn’t really make the thoughts scatter. Uncle Robert wasn’t dead. The police only declared him missing. He had been missing for a month. And he had been here last. I didn’t know what to think. I never opened the boxes, even though I never knew what was inside. The mark meant that I should never open the box. I had no way of knowing what was inside and why he was locking them away. I snorted halfway there, the dust in this place, always made me sneeze. I shivered I grew closer to the door, biting my lip. My eyes welled with tears, my vision becoming blurry. I blinked back furiously. It was just dust. I never had such a reaction to dust before. Was I suddenly becoming asthmatic? Maybe I needed to get professional cleaners to help around. I stopped at the door to pull out the key from my apron. It was heavy but I managed to balance it on one hand as I reached in. Just then the lights flickered. My breath caught as I glanced up and looked around. Right I had never got to sorting that power problem. Christ there were too many things to sort out. The lights flickered and then I heard some kind of strangled noise come from behind the door. I began to sweat. Uncle Rob might be gone now, but these boxes were all his valuable items. When he returned he could still want then, but if it was a burglar, dear God. My fingers were shaky as I plunged the key into the hole. The noise sounded more time a table being pushed around. There was only one table in there, what could the burglar possibly be doing with it? Was he trying to barricade the door? Now that the thought had come to me, fear gripped me and I finally got the door open. The box tipped over in my hands as it opened but I didn't care. My eyes scanned the room, but I found nothing. The room was empty. There was no one in there. The table had been pushed around, like I heard. It was usually towards the left, pressed to the wall, but It was now by the right and angled towards the window and honestly, that was the only thing that assure me that what I had heard was real. I took a deep breath, my palm flying up to my chest. That noise had seriously given me a scare, I should have called the police. what if it had been a burglar? What could I possibly do to defend myself against one? I shook my head as I studied the room, the window was open, and now I wasn't really sure if it had been open or closed all this while. The burglar could have come in, taken what ever he was after and climbed back out he probably didn't expect that I would be so close to hear. Nothing else was amiss, except well there was a book by the other side of the table. As I neared, I saw that it was turned upside down, with the pages to the floor, so I picked it up. Uncle Rob must have forgotten to shelf it the last time he was here. I probably shouldn't have. It could have been police evidence or whatnot. But Grandmother really loved her books and it felt like bloody disrespect, leaving it turned like that with the pages wrinkling. The book was already turned to a page. My head tilted as I took in the words on the page. What an odd book. But still, I wasn’t all that surprised that Uncle Rob had been reading this. “Now all contestants should report to the Alvalor with immediate effect...” I trailed. The air in my lungs however was sucked out all at once. It was like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe. It lasted only a handful of seconds. When I could breathe again, I gasped, my head was spinning, my eyes already watering from the brightness of everything. Everything was so colourful. Everything was so colourful. The sky was a bright purple hue, the ground a reddish brown colour. The only thing that looked normal was the trees and bushes. People were scattered around the area, chatting distinctly. There was a stand at the corner with a sign that read Registration, with people flocking in and out. There was a large hairy beast, seated on a podium. It had antlers poking out from beneath the mop of hair covering its face. Long black claws extending from its finger nails, and a black long tail with a sharp end, slithering behind it. I couldn't see its eyes or face but I was sure it was looking straught at me. There was a lean short man, standing next to him though. He wore a silver reflective suit, there was no sun else it would have blinded some people but I was aure he still got the desired effect. He stood out amongst everyone. Like a beacon, drawing attention to him. What was thus place and what was I doing here? How did I even land up here? I was reading. I had been reciting the words from that book and then... Oh no, how long ago was that? Did I fall asleep? This was a dream then? How did my brain cook up all this? I had never seen anything like this. Everything here was so different. Gods. Did I ever make that call to the police? I had no memory of doing so. This meant I had to wake up now. I looked around. Back to the podium even though I didn't know why. The beast. It was just so odd. It made me want to look at it. The beast was no longer there though. And ny heart skipped a beat. This had to be a nightmare. I looked around once more, expecting that sooner or later, he would jump out from where he was hiding and start chasing me. He didn't. But the other man on the podium, with the flashy reflective suit spoke up. His voice was so loud, it felt like it was a living entity. “Now, all contestants should report to the Alvalor with immediate effect..”