The Tyrant’s Beloved Doll
chapter-3

Chapter 3

[Fucking blue eyes, fucking blonde, it’s not just you, Sezh. I’ll kill anyone with blonde hair, every one of you. ]

Raytan’s cold voice pierced her eardrums sharply.

‘You son of a bitch. Is it my fault that I have blue eyes and blonde hair?’ Sezh thought it was unfair. It was so unfair to her.

‘It’s not like I choose to be born with blue eyes and blonde hair. I just happen to be born this way. Furthermore, I didn’t do anything related to him at all. It’s not like I could help him too though… No, to tell you the truth, how am I supposed to help him when I got a cold treatment now.’

Sezh thought Raytan’s action was outrageous. ‘What kind of misdeed that I committed! What kind of misdeed! Misdeed!’

“Mis…deed!”

Her eyes shot open. The first thing that comes to her view was a chandelier. The chandelier in her room was so old and worn out that it would make creaking sounds even when the slightest wind come by.

Sezh lay down and stared blankly at the ceiling, proceed to get up quickly. She looks around only to found out that it was her room.

If there’s anything different about it than the last time she saw it… it was the blood-soaked carpet. It was the same carpet, but it was clean without any drop of blood, and there were no dead bodies of the maids rolling around the floor.It looks the same as how it used to be. Before Raytan plot a coup d’état.

Sezh reflexively touched her neck.

“My neck…I still have my neck, right?” She touched her neck several times, and it was still there, all the same.

She couldn’t believe it. The cool blades that cut through the flesh, the sound of the broken bones, all of those memories were so clear like water.

“Am I dreaming…?” Sezh muttered with a dumb face. Was that a dream? All of it?

No matter how real my neck felt when I touched, the anxiety lingered.

Mirror. I had to look in the mirror.

Sezh stretched out her feet to get out of bed. But her feet couldn’t reach the floor.

“Kyaaa…!!!” Sezh who fell off the bed screamed.

Her knee who kissed the floor hurt. It hurt.

‘Realizing the pain, I guess it’s not a dream that I came back to life. …’

Sezh who sat in a daze rushed to the front of the mirror. Then she opened her mouth wide.

“What is… this?”

She felt so unfamiliar with her reflection in the mirror. Of course, the blue eyes and the blondness of her hair were the same. And her neck was still attached, but the problem was…

She is a child now.

“Princess! What happened?”

Sezh turned her head when she noticed there’s another voice behind her. It was Luna, the maid.

“Lu, Luna…”

Sezh looked like she is about to cry while looking at Luna who came right away after opening the door.

“Oh, my God, have you had a nightmare?”

Luna stretched out her arms and embraced Sezh carefully. Sezh buried her face in her chest, clasping Luna’s shoulder tightly. There was a familiar scent around Luna. Luna was right in front of her now.

“Your Highness…”

As Sezh trembled in her arms, Luna called her in a worried voice.

But Sezh didn’t move. She just hugged Luna tightly. Luna is dead.

It was just before Sezh’s 17th birthday. An accident happened

Luna, who had been home for a long time, was hit by a carriage on her way back and died.

Sezh could remember the memories of that vividly. Luna was like a mother figure to her rather than her biological mother, Yerena.

“Luna…”

“Oh my God, Your Highness. You must have had a nightmare.”

‘Yeah, it was a terrible one, to be honest.’

Sezh released herself from the hug and stared at Luna, her eyes wide open. If this wasn’t a dream. Then I’m back to the past.

“Luna, how old am I?”

Luna looks puzzled at Sezh’s question but proceeds to answer her.“You just turned 12 years old yesterday.”

I see.

Sezh had a small concussion, and Luna was still alive too.

“Are you sure that you’re alright, Your Highness? I think we’d better call a doctor…” said Luna with a worried tone.

Luna, my Luna. She made a fuss for a small concussion and want to call a doctor… It makes me happy.“No, no need. I’m fine, Luna. Don’t worry.”

“Your Highness…”

“It’s true. It’s just a nightmare.”

A terrible nightmare.

Sezh repeats it herself. And then she started to recall the sword that had been flying to her neck.