Princess Kay's Realm of Transformation

“What is the meaning of this, Lady Hunt?” Katarina – Katarina! – growled. Why was Katarina growling?! “The meaning?” Lady Hunt – Mary! But I probably shouldn’t call her that! – asked, arching an eyebrow. “Is it not perfectly obvious, Lady Claes?” Lady Claes? Wait, Katarina used Lady Hunt, too! What the heck?! Were they fighting or something? Well, yeah, they obviously were. Over me. Or more like about me. Which, I repeat – what the heck?! “Are you trying to say that the Hunt family has taken some interest in this commoner?!” Katarina – Lady Claes? – demanded. Mary Hunt only smiled. “Fine. If you wish to concern yourself…

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“Hair?” I questioned my assistant, running a finger through my blonde locks. “Looks good.” “Clothes?” I asked assistant number two, pulling at the hem of my pink skirt. “No mystery stains found!” “Anything in my teeth?” I asked assistant number three. “Why do I get the weird job of staring at your teeth…?”  “Because you’re the one who protested me using my magic mirror!” I pointed out. Something I was a bit peeved about, for the record! I mean, I’d worked hard on perfecting that – using my light magic to reflect photons and create a mirror wasn’t exactly easy, after all! “Because I didn’t want you to set anything…

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Author’s Notes Apparently this never got posted. It’s more like chapter 6.5, so the story flows well enough without it, but I still think it’s better with it. Dating it to the past so it appears properly in the collection ~~~ Mary Hunt is my name. I was born as the fourth daughter of the Marquess Hunt’s family. Although my mother was a beautiful and gentle person, she was not accepted in the Hunt family due to her low social standing. I, her daughter, was treated the same way. While my mother lived, my relatives were content to merely remain cold and distant. Although it wasn’t pleasant, I was nevertheless…

Pauline “Ah-ha!” a familiar voice called out. “I knew I’d find you here – my brother asked you to wait for him, again, didn’t he?” “He often does,” I admitted, closing the textbook I’d been studying and smiling at the newcomer. “Not that I’m complaining, of course, Lady Firanna. It’s not like I have much else to do with my time right now.” “Coming from anyone else, I’d think that was sarcasm,” Firanna remarked. “But you mean it, don’t you?” “It’s really no bother,” I assured her. “And I’ve gotten used to it, in any case.” “Is that so?” Firanna arched an eyebrow at me, before shaking her head. “Well,…

I studied my blurry reflection in the polished tin plate, running fingers through my wavy blonde locks to smooth it down, and then turning my head each way to see if there was any dirt on me. After confirming my cleanliness, as best I could without a proper mirror, I took a step back so that I could get a more comprehensive look at myself. The soft green dress I had on was probably my favorite outfit, gifted to me by my three besties – Rachel, Greg, and Bethany. It wasn’t something I’d normally wear out on deliveries – way too many opportunities for it to get dirty, or ripped,…

The first day of school: a nerve wracking day, for any child. Even an abnormal child like me, with sixteen years of past life memories stuffed into her head, couldn’t help but tremble when standing in front of the school building. It would be my first time ever going inside… I would go inside, though! There was something I needed to do, after all – something even more important than learning how to read. A secret mission I hadn’t even told Rachel about. Just thinking about it caused a small smile to spread across my lips. Suddenly – a surprise pinch to my cheeks! “Ow!” I cried out, turning to…

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Two years have passed since I awoke to my memories of a past life. I was now seven years old. Tomorrow was the first day of thes school year, and the beginning of my school ife – a school life that would continue through the years, eventually leading me straight to Katarina Claes. And yet… And yet… “Why can’t I climb it, Master!?” “Because you’re not ready.” That’s right. Even though I was already seven, I still wasn’t allowed to call myself a true master of tree climbing. That’s because my teacher, Rachel, refused to let me climb the tallest tree in the village! “I’ve been practicing, though! Once you…