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

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

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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

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY: THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY LOVELY READER Maha_Rhett. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATRONAGE and VOTES. 


FUN FACTS: I WROTE CHAPTER 50 AND 51 WHILE LISTENING TO WILLOW BY TAYLOR SWIFT. 


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The light was blinding, almost dyeing the scenery before me into a pallid plane of silvery white. And amidst that blinding light, I saw her. She wore the same unadorned white dress that she usually liked to be dressed in, her hair in a loose plait, tumbling down her thin shoulders, and those green eyes alit with the same optimistic enthusiasm, a hint of innocent mischief in her insipid beautiful eyes. 


"Benny...." She turned her head towards me and took my name, with the most familiar tone ever. 


"....Mother...." I heard myself speak, the words falling out of my lips before I could even realize it. 


She smiled that bright playful smile of hers, just like I had remembered her in my memories. Like a little girl upto no good. 


Chapter ~ 51 |Arc ~ II • The Wild Wild South|