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

Actually, the so-called Royal etiquette was not only limited to the Countess's 'Ready-to-go' command. Everyone, including the Queen Dowager and the nobles were keenly observing my movements from the moment they set foot into this ballroom. 


I could tell they were trying hard to nit-pick my mannerisms and the way I carried myself. My inspection had started the moment I was surrounded by there bloodhounds and vipers. So I had to be very careful when I socialized with these supposed high-end bigwigs. 


Chapter ~ 27