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

Our mount for today’s excursion was an exotic horse breed of pure white, it’s coat was a gorgeous silvery-white and it was beautiful from the mane to it’s tail. I peered at the majestic steed grazing leisurely in front of me and exclaimed, “Woah! Was a beautiful mare!” 


“It is your stallion, Your Highness.” Fredurd informed me. 


“What! Really?” I whipped my head to look towards him in surprise. I never knew I had an exclusive horse just for me to ride. 


“Oh yes. Weren’t you aware?” Fredurd spoke, “His Majesty specifically ordered this mare from the Isles of Cianiens, they rear the best breeds of horses in the entire continent.” 


I raised a brow to that. Wow! What a surprise. I never thought Reuben to be thoughtful enough to get me a personal steed of such high quality, but I was still grateful for the thought, specially when the steed looked as stunning as a fantasy. 


Chapter ~ 36