Chapter 1
"My lady its time to wake up" i hear as the maid magically moves the curtians
For a second my mind flashes trying to figuire out whats happening and whi thus lerosn is before it alls comes flooding back. Yesterday i was completely flattened like the pancakes i eat for breakfast everyday. But somehow here i am living in a body that isnt my own be waited on by maids and eating the best food ive ever tasted!!! And not just that magic exists! Now i dont why im here but god dammit im going to eat every single dish this place has to offer.
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"Maisy fetch some more roast beef to go with this extra gravy" i somehow manage to say through a mouth full of mashed potatoes. "But my lady this is already your third serving!" I glance at the maid. Ive inhabited this body for three days now and its starting to show my once model looking body has turned into.. well.. more of a bowling ball. I sigh. "Please get me a mage" i grumble finally giving in "at once my lady!" She glowed, she could at least try to hide her joy.
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"The mage has arrived my lady" maisy gasped and she ran in quickly followed by the mage.
He was wearing a dark blue cloak the church emblem stamped on every part of esposed clothing.
He looked like a billboard from back home. "Hello sir i have a question for you" i croak through forced back laughter.
"Yes my lady and what is it you need" purposing only lookjng at my face.
"i want to become a mage" i declared.
The silence following was so thick i could cut through it and put on the toast from my secound breakfast.
"A-a mage?? Youll be surrounded by commeners my lady! Are you sure?" He stammered
I stood up and wobbled down the stairs before finally coming a stop beside him a warm yet firm smile on my face.
I thrust out my hand and said "i insist"
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Three years later
"Miss estelle the wounded from battle have arrived at the third gate!"
"On my way maisy!" I called back before casting a speed enchatment on my feet and running as fast as my now slender legs have carried me.
Over the past three years ive been through intense training and exercise and have broken free from my eating habits.
Well.. mostly.
I learned a spell when i graduated that enhances my metabolism ti a point where i can eat whatever i want withiut gaining even a gram of weight.
"I'm here!" I yelled running over to the closest wounded soldier and beggining the healing spell.
He had fractured his ribs and the ominous cracking sounds they made as they mended sent a chill down my spine.
Three years here and i definitely still haven't gotten used to magic.
Back home in london our only magic was the tube not being full at rush hour or it being sunny that day.
Suddenly i heard a trumpet call and looked up to see the duke riding in with the rest of the unwounded soldiers dragging themselves behind him.
The duke was rumored to be a cold, unemotional who was a mastermind in battle. He had bright white hair and blue eyes which fit perfectly with his last name. Winters.
I'd only seen him a few times before bu-
"AHHH!!!" The soldier i was treating screamed cutting off my train of thought.
"You're doing really well" i encouraged. Id only broken my ribs once when i was younger and i can't imagine how painful it must be to break them and have them bend back into place.
"Careful with my soldiers 'my lady'" the duke mocked before trotting on.
Hes such a dick.
