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

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY: THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY LOVELY READER Julie_Alexendra. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATRONAGE AND SUPPORT. 


SHIP LAHIYELA_The Princess’s Quarters. 


Princess Lydia asked Freya to go look for the dancer with the blue pendant when they were walking back to their cabin. 


“What do you need from that street coryphée, Your Highness?” Frowned Freya. 


“I want to ask her some questions. Its nothing much Freya, don’t worry too much, else you will soon get wrinkles on your pretty face.” Lydia laughed in a hearty demeanor. 


“And don’t you realize who’s the one that’s responsible for giving me those early wrinkles?” Freya mumbled under her breath and with a sigh, followed her Princess’s orders with a worried face. 


“Greetings to the only moon of the Zeldereth empire.” The lead dancer with the blue pendant soon arrived at the princess’s chamber and curtsied in a respectful manner. 


Chapter ~ 69