She is a Lady, but she spews profanities like    
               they were made for her. 

She is what you would call....A F*cking Lady.

....••••••....

Zylith Sanders was a mundane teenager until one-day she was sucked into a wash basin and somehow ridiculously ended up in a feudal world without her beloved games and movies. 

To make matters worse, she was sold off by slave traders to the horrid Noble house of Ronales as a petty maid.

But that was not the end of her worries, Dear Zylith, the feminist had a long struggle ahead of her when she meets the mighty King of this feudal kingdom and becomes his pretend consort.

With a king that likes to poke deadly humor at her, and a bamby girl who wanted nothing to do with the ancients. 

How will the poor teenage feminist cope with only her sarcastic mouth to rely on!

Just dive in and read on to find out Zylith Sander's romantic plight.

My Fair Lady

“Oh? Even… kill for me?” I tilted my head to the side a little bit as I uttered in a sugary sweet honey-toned voice. 


Liana Miller visibly blenched when she heard my words. As I watched the little timid girl who implored to be my most loyal underling, I realized that a heavy reformation was in dire need if she were to join us. Reuben would kick her to the curb if he saw her fainthearted pushover character. She had to change for the better. 


And as such, I threw at her the same test that Reuben had thrown at me. 


Now I waited to see how she would react. 


She was silent for quiet a long while, contemplating and pondering fiercely over the pros and cons. Conflicted and dithering due to my words. 


When my feet were numb enough to almost give out, I stood up abruptly, startling her in the process, “…S-Sire?” Her form became a bit unsteady when she was alarmed, giving the illusion of her being more pitiful than she really was. 


Chapter ~ 23