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


The black pawn that was set up to ensnare the white Queen of the opponent seemed to be on the verge of being taken out. I frowned slightly as I moved my bishop from behind, making sharp moves as to take out the white king in one fell swoop. 


In the next move, I figured letting the white Queen take a step back would be the right move to make, but then, when one is cornered, they will do everything in their power to make a comeback with vengeance in their mind. Underestimating an opponent was not my forte, but I seemed to have been careless this time. 


The white Queen took three steps forward while putting my black pawn at a jeopardy. When it was my turn, I had to make sure my next move would be a killer one. I would have to turn my pawn into a Queen if I want to win the next move. 


Chapter - 81