Author's Note: This is something i am writing after having read the manhwas: Daughter of the Emperor and One Day I Became a Princess. It is heavily inspired by them, so if you read them and say this is the same or similar that is why, lol. Im mostly writing it to try out this writing style. i hope you enjoy this first chapter ^_^

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They all belong to Akira Amano.

Warning: Mm. None really... Except that my grammar stinks ^^;

"blahblah"-Talking

blahblah-Inner monologue/ thoughts later on

Side Note: Umm, so for those of you waiting for updates on my other stories (probably no one, since its been years for them). Im sorry, i dont think i will be ;_;

Who knows though. I might get back into it after starting to write again!

What the? i turned my head from right to left and didnt recognize anything around me. What's going on?

Why do I feel like I'm not in my body? This is too weird. I lifted my hands and stared blankly at the tiny hands that came into view. I opened my mouth to speak and all that came out were gurgles. Oh, that's why, because I'm not.

I flinch a little as I'm suddenly surrounded by a group of women that I don't recognize. They are cooing at me softly.

That reaction, my small hands, and I can't speak. I must be a baby. I felt relief at coming to this conclusion, but that relief was short lived as it finally dawned on me. This isn't my body, this isn't any place I recognize. I'm surrounded by people that I don't know. I can't move and I don't know what going on.

Feelings of fear and uncertainty well up inside me and I start to cry. Gosh, my voice is loud.

I freak out a little at the feeling of being lifted, but calm down once in the comfort of someone's warm embrace.

"Shh, shh. Don't cry, little one. You're alright." A soft melodious voice soothes me. My crying turns to sniffles and I look to see who is comforting me. A young woman with brown hair tied in a neat bun, with warm brown eyes, that is probably around my age, or rather my previous age stares back at me.

"There, there. Are you hungry?" She asks, and turns to tell another woman to bring me some milk.

No, I'm not hungry. I'm scared. I want to say, but all that comes out of my mouth are gurgles.

The bottle is brought and I drink all of it. Maybe I was a little hungry, after all. "Time for your nap." The woman feeding me murmured and placed me into an uncomfortable crib. "Sleep tight."

Turning my head I watch her walk to the other side of the room and sit down to knit, humming softly.

All I can do is lay here and think about what could have happened. I remember getting stabbed by my ex-boyfriend, and being taken to the hospital in critical condition. Then, when I opened my eyes next I am here, in the form of a baby.

Waah! What is going on!? This can't be real. I must be going crazy. Yes, that's it. I must be in a mental institute from the trauma of what happened and hallucinating. I stare at my small sharp nails and scratch my arm a little. It hurts. Oh no, this is real! i almost panic again.

Ok, ok. Let's just calm down and think this through. First things first let's see where I am. Looking around all I see is a simple, albeit, huge room decorated in expensive looking trinkets, portraits, and beautifuly embroidered curtains.

I look look towards the woman again and study her. She is wearing a simple black dress with an apron on the front. She is actually really beautiful with some of her hair falling into her eyes and a smile on her lips as she keeps humming a song I don't recognize. Could she be my "mother?" I'm not sure, since I don't even know what I look like myself.

This room, although simple, looks like it is part of a pretty big place and actually feels like an expensive place to live.

"Oh! You're still awake, princess?"

I felt my eyes almost bug out of my sockets. Pr-pr-princess?! Who's she calling princess? I couldn't stop a started yelp from escaping my mouth.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" I was quickly picked up and patted down lightly, as if to check for injuries. "Oh my, when did this happen?" She asked, referring to the scratch I inflicted earlier. "Let's get that cleaned up."

I didn't hear anything she said after the word princess. I'm a princess?How did this happen? Although, it was always my childhood dream to be a princess it wasn't anymore. I'm an adult, after all. That did explain some things, such as the expensive feel of this room, and that this woman is most likely not my mom, but a maid.

"How is the young princess?" Another voice asked, startling me. I thought it had just been us two.

"Hana, you surprised the princess." She scolded the younger looking maid lightly, then softened her tone. "She is fine. Just a little scratch bothering her."

Uh... It's more than just a scratch that's bothering me! My whole life was literally ripped away from me and now it sounds like I'm going to be living a completely different one.

Somehow I feel defeated. What else can happen now?

The door to the room slammed open making everyone jump. "Y-your highness. Greetings." I felt the one holding me shift as she curtsied.

Looking towards the door I freeze as I see a young man, with spiky blond hair that fell into his eyes slightly and piercing blue eyes. I felt my heart drop for some reason.

This was actually pretty hard to write, lol. I couldnt decide whether to italicize things or just leave them as regular text. I wasnt sure if it would be confusing or not. The tenses are kind of annoying to remember. This is kind of a mess, but please bare with me as I try to improve. Hopefully, my writing gets better as the story progresses.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

-redmoon3