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

Liana looked every bit reluctant that she was, she eyed the parcel in her hands as if it were a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode at any given second. I raised an amused brow at her funny antics, I knew that trying to sneak a peek at her parcel was an invasion of her privacy, but I couldn't help but feel more determined to know what was inside that forbidden parcel as I watched her solo freak-out show. 


"Do open it Liana, what are you waiting for?" I said in a sly tone. 


Even though she wanted to rebut my order she was unable to as I was her superior and she was my maid, hence unwillingly enough, she slowly opened the said parcel. 


The parcel was beautifully wrapped in multi-colored paper and looked utterly girly if you ask me, nevertheless it can be seen from the way it was gift-wrapped that the sender was very thoughtful and meticulous about the gift. In a way it could be said that it mirrored the sender's feelings. 


Chapter ~ 33