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 iam_mbithe. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATRONAGE AND SUPPORT. 


I can now see that; I get enough exercise just by pushing my luck. 


Glaring at the letter by the duke of Ronales was enough to see that God plans to stick the paramount sticker of bad luck to my pretty temples for this lifetime. With this kind of luck, I will probably be reincarnated as me in the next life as well. 


“Elizabeth dear, what is the matter? Did something happen to the grand duke Ronales?” The syrupy sweet voice of the Queen Dowager reverberated into my ear drums as she cooed in a concerned manner, her eyes literally dripping with distress. Ah! Why did I have the urge to punch her in the face, I wondered. 


Chapter - 78