章 1: Chapter 1: A Tragic Event
"Your Majesty, wake up, there was an emergency," Mayordoma Luisa said as she gently roused Queen Victoria Eugenie Julia Ena of Battenberg from her slumber. Queen Victoria Eugenie was the illustrious Queen of Spain, having become so through her marriage to King Alfonso XIII on the auspicious day of 31st May 1906, reigning until the dawn of the Spanish Second Republic on 14th April 1931. A true noble by birth, hailing from the House of Hesse-Darmstadt, she was a Hessian princess and a distinguished member of the Battenberg family, graced by her blood ties to Queen Victoria herself. Among her many regal achievements, she and King Alfonso III were blessed with seven offspring: Alfonso, Prince of Asturias (born in 1907), Infante Jaime, Duke of Segovia (born in 1908), Infanta Beatriz (born in 1909), Infante Fernando (born stillborn in 1910), Infanta María Cristina (born in 1911), Infante Juan, Count of Barcelona (born in 1913), and Infante Gonzalo (born in 1914).
"Hmm, what? What happened, Luisa?" Queen Victoria Eugenie inquired with curiosity and concern.
"There was an accident; Prince Alfonso almost drowned and nearly lost his life," Mayordoma Luisa replied.
"What? Oh my god, hurry, help me get dressed, and bring me to Alfonso," Queen Victoria Eugenie commanded with urgency.
As his mother frantically dressed herself, Prince Alfonso remained unconscious, receiving tender care from the esteemed Spanish Royal doctor, Juan. The attentive attendant announced, "Her Majesty, the queen, has arrived," to which Queen Victoria inquired with a voice infused with nervousness and anxiety, "Tell me, Juan, how's Alfonso?"
"He is stable now, Your Majesty. Fortunately, we managed to remove all the water he had swallowed during the drowning incident," assured Royal Doctor Juan.
"Thank god, would there be any complications?" Queen Victoria inquired further.
"There would be no complications, Your Majesty. As we managed to remove all the water, what he needs now is rest," reassured the Royal Doctor.
"Good, good. Is there anything else you need to inform me about, Juan?" Queen Victoria asked, displaying her dedication to her son's wellbeing.
"None, Your Majesty. We will continue to monitor His Highness until he wakes. Please feel free to summon us, Your Majesty, should you require anything. For now, we shall take our leave, allowing you some privacy with his Highness," responded Royal Doctor Juan, displaying his profound respect for the queen.
"Okay, you may leave. Thank you for your prompt response, Juan," Queen Victoria expressed her gratitude.
"Luisa, can you call Beatriz to come and stay with her brother?" Queen Victoria commanded, ensuring her son's comfort and support.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Luisa dutifully responded.
As Alfonso was the heir apparent, his wellbeing was a subject of great controversy, especially considering the possibility of his demise by drowning within the confines of their own domain.
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Somewhere in Manila,
The winding national highway stretched westwards, away from the city's vibrant lights. Further up the road, an untouched expanse of forest eagerly awaited visitors. The national highway continued beyond the county border, meandering silently.
Although two lanes adorned the road, no crossing cars were visible, even with the sporadic street lights. In the dead of night, the national highway seemed to retreat from collective memory into the abyss of silence.
On this profoundly quiet night, Miguel Reyes maneuvered his BMW car, while contemplating the inexplicable events of his life.
Miguel Reyes, a man born and bred in the vibrant and diverse city of Manila, Philippines, possessed an insatiable curiosity about the world around him, an unyielding desire to learn and explore. Growing up amidst a culturally rich environment, Miguel developed a deep reverence for his country's history and heritage, fueling his unwavering pursuit of knowledge and progress.
As his teenage years dawned, Miguel's innate brilliance in science and technology became evident. He excelled academically, particularly in the realms of physics, chemistry, and mathematics. His keen interest in military history, tactics, and strategies ignited a passion for the world of defense and warfare.
Beyond the confines of traditional education, Miguel's inquisitive nature led him to independent research, where he conducted experiments and invented marvels in his makeshift home laboratory. Esteem and admiration from his peers followed, as he earned a reputation as an innovative and forward-thinking young scientist.
As adulthood beckoned, Miguel's exceptional intellect and unwavering determination captivated local business leaders, who recognized his vast potential and provided him with ample opportunities to thrive in the world of entrepreneurship. He embraced the challenges, proving not only to be a brilliant scientist but also a shrewd entrepreneur.
While engulfed in thoughts, a flash of light erupted in the distance. Miguel jolted awake, steering the car away from a truck that seemed to materialize out of thin air. Blinded and disoriented by the luminous headlights, he overcorrected, causing his car to crash against the railings and tumble over the cliffs.
"Shit!" Miguel cursed as his car careened off the railing and into the void below.
Outside his car windows, the world spun madly, mirroring the nauseating sensation of a nosediving aircraft.
Weightless, surrounded by the glaring headlights, Miguel realized that death was rapidly approaching.
The engine roared, its echoes intertwined with Miguel's stifled screams, as the impact crushed the car's front, engulfing everything within.
And in that moment, Miguel Reyes met his demise in a tragic car accident.
章 2: Chapter 2: New life
The swirling mist of Miguel Reyes' consciousness was pulled up from the depths by a tender touch, specifically the feel of a damp cloth wiping his forehead. A sweet floral smell danced through his nose and along his nerves, pulling him out of oblivion. He slowly opened his eyelids, and his blue eyes began taking in the world around him.
The first thing he saw was a gilded ceiling. The second was a beautiful girl dazzling enough that he could see her with perfect clarity despite his bleary vision. He wanted to reach up and wipe the sleep from his eyes, but he couldn't; his arms felt as if they had been strapped to his sides.
The girl met his gaze, her eyes soft and blue as sapphire. She smiled down at him, her lips full and pink, her cheeks dimpled. Her skin was creamy white with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and her eyes were ringed with thick lashes that fluttered closed as she sighed softly.
She was dressed in a mainly ornate white dress, an outfit that gave off the impression of a princess. She gently wiped his forehead with a damp cloth.
"Oh…!"
Their eyes locked.
"You're awake? Oh, thank goodness."
As she spoke, a relieved smile spread across her youthful face.
She was lovely, and her silver hair cascaded down her back, dancing in the flickering light of the hearth. His eyes wandered to the rest of her. She had a slender neck and a slim figure with the curves of her body accentuated by her white dress.
"She's beautiful," he thought.
But more importantly, who was she anyway? She wasn't anyone he recognized. And also, what was he doing…wherever it was he was? Why was he lying down? And why does this place look regal? His memories were all jumbled up.
"Uhm…where am…? Agh..!"
But when he tried to sit up and voice his confusion, a sharp, burning pain ran through his entire body, as if his bones were being reborn. His body was hot, and he felt like he was on fire.
"Oh! You mustn't! You're badly injured. You need to rest!"
"Badly injured?" Miguel realized something that made him remember what happened to him.
He was on his way home when a truck suddenly appeared from the next sharp turn. He tried to avoid colliding with it but ended up in futility. He fell off the cliff, and that was the last thing he could remember.
The moment he remembered, Miguel immediately ignored the pain burning through his body, wrenched himself up, and firmly grabbed the girl's slim shoulders.
"Uhm…where am I? Where is this place?"
He had to ask; the place around him didn't look like a hospital, and the girl attending him didn't look like a doctor. And most importantly, after falling off a cliff with the force and speed of the car, it happened too fast, but he was certain that no human being would survive that crash.
Initially, the girl had been confused by the man who had yelled at her. She couldn't understand why. But she quickly gave him a soft smile to set his heart at ease.
"Don't worry, Alfonso. You're in the palace, in your room. I'm just here visiting you to see your condition…" She twirled a strand of her hair while she answered him. She continued in a softer tone this time. "Though... I've been visiting you here ever since the tragic accident."
"My residence…?" Miguel released her from his tightened grasp as he widened his eyes and studied the room he was in.
This was surely not his residence. It didn't even resemble the interior design of the house he originally knew. A plush Baroque bedroom, marbled walls, gilded ceiling, and a colossal mahogany four-poster bed. This was certainly not his place, as he was a man of simplicity. And everything around the room radiated lavishness, which was not his style. With those sensory details, Miguel deduced that this was not his room.
That's not all; the girl beside him addressed him as a brother. Does he have a sibling? As far as he can tell from his photographic memory, there's none. After all, he's the only child in his family.
"Uhm…what are you talking about? I'm not your…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Miguel suddenly felt a sharp pain inside his skull, as if it was being drilled from both sides.
"Brother?!"
The girl watching over him saw him wincing in pain. With a worried look, she reached her hand out and caressed his back concerningly.
"Brother…are you okay? Do you want me to call the doctor?"
Miguel didn't answer, more like he couldn't. The agonizing pain tormenting his head prevented him from giving a response.
With both hands clutched at his temples, Miguel endured the pain for what seemed like an eternity.
"Argh…"
Within those moments, Miguel began to notice something messing up his memories.
They were fragments that slowly pieced themselves together, trying to make sense.
They were memories, but not his own, but from a prince named Alfonso.
The huge flood of information sent Miguel into a panic, and everything he could see before him revealed one thing. He's not Miguel anymore; he is Alfonso.
"Brother? Brother?" The girl called out to him, worried, but to him, she was just a stranger. Or she should have been, but for some reason, it felt like he loved her.
The love felt gross and alien. It wasn't his own. He couldn't manage to obediently accept the girl in front of him was his sister. As his repulsion and love pitted against each other, the woman named Beatriz kept calling out, "brother."
"…Beatriz."
When he looked up at this girl he had never met before in his life and called her by her name, Miguel ceased being Miguel and became Alfonso.
"Are you okay, dear brother? You look like you have a headache."
Miguel couldn't still grasp what was going on with him; he had never felt this strange before. He died from a car accident and then woke up in another person's body? He fell back onto the luxurious bed and then shut his eyes to temporarily shut off all visual stimulation.
"My head still hurts. I want to rest more."
"Are you sure, dear brother? I was worried…it's been so long since…"
"It's fine. I'm tired, I want to sleep some more."
After he spoke, Beatriz seemed a bit sad but never stopped smiling and nodded.
"Okay, brother. I'll give you some more time to rest and will come back to visit again soon."
And with that, she stood up, placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and walked out of the room.
Miguel touched the part where Beatriz's lips had landed, caught off guard by the sudden kiss on the forehead.
After the door closed, Miguel lay there for a moment and closed his eyes.
Under his breath, he muttered, "What's happening to me?"
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