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

"Would you... like that?" Edmuris asked with a nice soft smile, his sly gaze hidden from plain sight. 


Edmuris was what you would call a magical mentalist, a puppeteer of sorts. He could read a person like the back of his palm, and he could control one's mind at the snap of his finger. So manipulating and luring a person to do his bidding was no hard task for him, specially if that person was Ophelia Vegan who was so very enamored with him. Hence, how could he not understand what could be an irresistible bait to Ophelia? 


When Ophelia heard his words, her eyes glittered with a kind of avid shine that no one had ever seen on her before, her prior fears and concerns gone with the wind. 


"What do you have in mind, my lord?" She asked Edmuris in an enthusiastic demeanor, staring at him like he was the brilliant moon in the night and the dazzling sun in the day. 


Chapter ~ 68