Chapter 10 10

Alessandra sighed at the sight of the woman in front of her who was supposed to be Princess Cheryl.

"Who is this again?" she asked tiredly.

"My sister, Princess Cheryl," Prince Carlisle said into her ear. "Are you suffering from amnesia as well?"

Princess Cheryl was crying her eyes out for some reason, sitting on her bed. She refused to eat anything or talk to anybody, but with the help of Prince Carlisle, Alessandra managed to get into her room.

"Well, the time for my swordsmanship practice is now. Will it be okay if we meet after then?" Prince Carlisle asked, taking Alessandra's hand without her permission.

Matt took her hand from his quickly, leaving Prince Carlisle surprised, but Alessandra unmoving.

"The young duchess is suffering from allergies of the skin," Matt said. "If someone who isn't close to her touches her for a minimum amount of five seconds, she suffers from uncontrollable throat pain."

"My apologies, Your Highness," Alessandra said in a down tone.

"Ah, it's alright. I did not know. What will take for the lady to get better?" Prince Carlisle asked.

Nothing, staying away from pieces of trash is enough.

"Time helps me get better, but in the meantime, I need to be careful to not be touched by others," she said.

"I wish for the young lady's sound recovery," Prince Carlisle said.

Prince Carlisle never truly respected Alessandra properly and she could not even say anything since he was the prince of the country. Perhaps he considered Alessandra to be his friend.

No, we're not friends, you unconsidered brat! I'm not friends with someone as dumb as a rock. Even a rock as dumb as you is useful when thrown at someone at a proper angle while managing the time-lapse.

"My lady, what are you planning on doing?" Matt asked.

"Talking," she replied and headed towards the princess's bed. "Your Highness, Princess Cheryl, the daughter of His Highness, the king Lorenzo Ramiro and Her Highness, the queen consort Proserpina of kingdom Deira, Alessandra Maximillan, the young duchess of the north Maximillan duchy greets you. Since you're suffering from amnesia after falling from the stairs two days ago, you perhaps don't remember anything, so I won't try to ask Your Highness anything unnecessary."

"Alessandra?" Princess Cheryl mumbled.

Use 'lady'. Even though you've forgotten everything, don't mess with me!

"Yes, I am Lady Alessandra," Alessandra said. "And you're Princess Cheryl."

"I don't even belong here..."

What the hell?

"Can Your Highness tell me what you mean by this?" Alessandra asked.

"I mean, I don't belong to this world," Princess Cheryl sobbed. "I don't know why I'm here. I was there just a moment ago..."

She grabbed Alessandra's hand all of a sudden and started crying even more. But in the split second when Alessandra noticed her eyes, the puzzle pieces fit together.

"Princess, did you go anywhere after waking up?" Alessandra asked quickly.

She tried her hardest not to sound too desperate. Her hands were shaking along with her lips.

Why? It can't be...

"No...," Princess Cheryl shook her head. "I've been on the bed the whole time. Strangers came to meet me though..."

"Can you tell me where you were before coming here? I mean, you're saying that you're not from this world and stuff like that... I mean, then what's your world like? Who are there?" Alessandra asked.

Alessandra's heart was pounding furiously in her chest. She was frightened and excited at the same time. This time, even Max who knew Alessandra the best did not know what to do.

"I was on my way home from the office when I died in a road accident. My husband was waiting for me at home... I can't believe this!" she sobbed.

"What's your husband's name?" Alessandra asked.

"... Why?"

"Just tell me," Alessandra said and then quickly added, "please."

"It's Andrew Declan," she replied.

"Andrew? How... how old is he?"

"Thirty-seven this year. But why are you asking this?"

"Andrew... Andrew, that freaking bastard! Agh! I hate him! That idiot... I hate him! I hate him!" Alessandra yelled while punching on the nearest pillow.

Matt grabbed her from around the waist and pulled her away with great difficulty. She was still throwing her hands and legs. Princess Cheryl was so surprised that she even stopped crying.

"My lady, you can't be hungry, can you? You just ate, and that's quite a lot," Matt said as he held Alessandra back.

"How... how do you know Andrew? Aren't you Alessandra?" Princess Cheryl asked.

"He... Ugh, tell the maids to get out," she said. "Don't look at me like that. They will listen to you. You're the freaking princess for god's sake!"

Princess Cheryl told the maids to go out and Matt closed the door. Alessandra was biting her nails furiously as she flopped on the bed. She looked irritated.

"I don't..."

"Please don't say anything. Let me begin," Alessandra said, stopping her. "So, you're, I mean, were, the wife of Andrew, right?"

"Yes," Princess Cheryl nodded.

"Fucking Andrew! That idiot... Ugh!"

"My lady, don't bite your nails," Matt said as he pulled her hands away.

"Alright, let's calm down," Alessandra muttered. "So, tell me about Andrew's family. Like who are there in his family and stuff like that."

"But wh..."

"Don't ask why. If you want me to explain the situation to you, tell me everything clearly," Alessandra grumbled.

"Well, he has his parents and a younger brother," Princess Cheryl said. "And he used to have a sister too. But she died a long time ago."

"Tell me more about this. His sister- I mean, and don't ask why," Alessandra said.

"Her name was the same as yours- Alessandra. She died when she was seventeen. I mean, she was murdered by her childhood friend who was also her stalker. Her childhood friend committed suicide after that."

"Suicide?"

That bastard committed suicide after killing me?!! That fucking asshole! No matter how I think about it now, his polite and gentle face was just a mask for his psychotic nature.

"Yes, I saw their dead bodies myself. I used to study in the same school as them," Princess Cheryl said. "When Andrew found out about his sister's death, he screamed in the middle of the street, hugging Alessandra's dead body tightly. I still remember that day. Andrew was the one who was affected the most by her death. He actually kind of went crazy. I think he loved his sister a lot though it was never clear since all they used to do was fight with each other. Andrew would not come out of his room for a whole month. And he was always saying something holding Alessandra's picture."

"What?" Alessandra asked with utmost curiosity.

"He said..."

But everything was black all of a sudden. It was just Alessandra alone in a black space. She looked around only to meet with the darkness.

"Matt?" she called out. "Ma..."

"Sister..."