Chapitre 2: 2
"Madam? Are you alright?" A child's voice is whispering beside his ears.
"Where am...I?" His mind is still groggy. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy.
"Madam, you fainted during the tea ceremony. I will call the doctor. Please wait for me, madam." The voice replied. Then, a rush of a footstep left his side and faded in the silence of the background.
He opened his eyes but immediately closed them again. It took a while for him to get accustomed to the sudden brightness.
He is dumbfounded. What the fuck?
Where is this place?
His eyes landed on a lavishly decorated bedroom, painted in white color. His bed is big and comfy. Pillows and a thick, fluffy blanket surrounded him. Is he in heaven?
The overhead white curtain is swaying gently, and the ray of sunlight enters through the gaps of the thin fabric.
The soothing fragrance of lavender is swirling in the air, eventually calming his strained nerve.
The air is fresh and unpolluted. The wind gently caressed the long, black hair that fluttered behind the man's back.
Wait a minute. Long, black hair? His hair is short and dirty blond in color! Since when did his hair change color?
Did he sleepwalked, and while being unconscious, he dyed his hair to black? He lifted his hand and slowly ran down his fingers along each strand and couldn't help but keep touching the silky texture of his hair.
He frowned. The hair is so smooth that it is easy to slip in between his fingers. And, look at his hands! So white, and the tender. Is this really his hands?
He caught a glimpse of someone's reflection from the body-length mirror on the inconspicuous corner of the room.
His jaw dropped. The man touched his face in awe. And the handsome, no, beautiful man(?) in the mirror also copying his action. He keeps squishing and pinching his own cheeks until the flesh becomes red and sore.
What the hell is this? Whose body is this? Is he a man or woman? He inadvertently lifted his blanket and groped his crotch in panic. The moment he felt the *ahem part, his body sagged in relief.
Thank goodness.
He patted his chest. He is still a man!
He glanced at his reflection again, and this time, he frowned. Why is this man so effeminate? He looked like a woman. He prefers to be called handsome than pretty. And why is his hair is so long? Is he Rapunzel?
The man studied his face. This face is 50% resembled his old face. The differences are in their hair color and their eyes. His eyes are supposed to be dull, opaque brown. However, right now, he had the most brilliant emerald irises. The colors are so vibrant and lively, like the lush greenery of the forest.
His skin is fair and white. The paleness is to the point of it almost sickly. He mindlessly rubbed and stroked the plump and pink lips. There is a mole beneath his left eye. He is cough, a beautiful man indeed.
Uhm, so is he transmigrated or reincarnated? Or both? Is there a difference between these two words?
Or is he possessed someone else body like a parasite? Why is the original memory is blurry? Why is he cannot recall anything? He is lucky that no one is here. However, if the person from before returned, what should he do? Can he act normal? Should he say he had amnesia? But, he fainted during a tea ceremony event. How could he consolidate his amnesia condition when he is not injured his head?
While he is lamenting his situation, footsteps are rushing toward this room.
Oh, shit. That person is coming back! What should he do?
From the sound of those footsteps, though, more people headed to his room.
Can he pretend? His acting ability is so-so. He's not sure if he could fool them with his act.
Or should he run?
Besides, can someone tell him first his name? It's awkward to know nothing about his identity. He felt vulnerable.
He exasperatedly ruffled his hair. He had a headache. Right now, his mind got overloaded with many things.
"Madam, The Lord is here, with the doctor. We're going to enter." The childish voice from before then heard from behind the door.
Ah, whatever happens, he should escape first! His doom is coming!
"Madam...?" The door is opened, revealing three figures standing outside of the room.
A young child, aged is around 12 years old with brown hair and hazel eyes, is clutching the doorknob in horror.
There are two men behind him. One is wearing a white coat, so he must be a doctor.
And, another one is a very handsome man in his thirty, his height is towering the other two males.
He had short, black hair with a shiny luster with a pair of peach blossom eyes. He is wearing an expensive dark blue suit with a matching tie. His outfit perfectly outlined his sturdy body and long, slender legs. The man had a healthy and fair complexion. And, beneath that suit, hidden impressive and explosive abdominal muscles. He is the picture of a healthy person.
The man had an overbearing aura around him and an expressionless face. His fathomless eyes gaze at the man in front of the window with a frown.
"What are you doing?" He asked in his low, magnetic voice. "Are you trying to commit suicide by jumping from the second floor?"
The man in front of the window retracted his hanging right leg back onto the floor. He awkwardly laughs while rubbing his nape in shame.
He gets caught! He gets caught red-handed by the Lord of the mansion in an attempt to flee! How embarrassing! This body is too weak. His record for 100 meters is actually pretty good. But, this body is too feeble.
The distance is only 7 to 8 meters, but he almost stumbled twice while rushing to the window.
His knees are shaking, and he almost vomits. Right at this moment, he is greedily heaving in and out of his breath.
"Umm...who are you?" Forget all the complicated stuff and delve into the main point. Since he doesn't know the identity of this man or the one on the other side, he should earnestly tell them the truth. "Besides, who is the madam you are talking about just now? Is it me? But, can't you see I'm a man?"
"Madam, are you..." The boy's eyes were wet with unshed tears. "Are you forgetting about me? I am Alaric, your personal servant."
"Oh." He replied in a flat tone. "Who is he then?" He pointed to the handsome man.
"This is Lord Vermillion. Arthur Vie Vermillion, your legal husband, madam." Alaric explained. " And, this is Doctor Kai Jeffry. Your family
private's doctor."
"Okay. Nice to meet you, then." He politely bowed his head.
The three of them looked at him in shock. They kept looking at one another before settling their gazes on him.
"Ma...Madam, are you losing your memory? But, why?" The cute-looking boy asked in a disbelief tone. Did madam hit his head somewhere?
"Why are you insisted calling me madam?" He frowned. He dislikes the way Alaric called him, and the title made him shudder. "Called my name. Or, brother."
"No, I cannot do that." Alaric shook his head.
"Oh, forget it. What is my name, then?"
His last question dropped a bombshell in the Vermillion mansion that day. Alaric plopped onto the floor, and the doctor was scanning his face in interest while the handsome man's calm facade cracked.
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Mini Theater.
The reincarnated character: (Fretfully ran to the window, almost breathless, and bravely looked down) Oh my god! How can I jump down at this height? My feet would get broken if I did jump.
The sound of footsteps closed in.
The reincarnated character: (Anxious) What should I do? Should I jump? Should I not? (Paced back and fro in front of the window, contemplating his choice)
The sound of knocks on the door.
The reincarnated character: Ah, whatever. Just brace yourself and jump, man! (Climbed the window with difficulty, one leg dangled outside and another still inside)
With the creaking sound, the initially shut door opened by the boy from before.
The boy: (Gasp) Madam! What are you doing?!
Person 1:...
Person 2:...
The reincarnated character: Oops? Did he get busted?
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