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 road leading to my doom was a very uneventful one. 


It was so mundane that I almost felt all the prior screaming of my sixth sense, warning me about danger ahead was just a figment of my imagination. 


The villagers that accompanied me were the same people who were accompanying the old couple and the sacrificial girl from earlier, they walked ahead with their drums and chimes, while the smiling Devil's disguised entourage were the ones who were following close behind my bridal carriage. 


After about what felt like almost an hour, what came into my view was the rushing waves of a river and a very ancient-looking temple situated right beside the tempestuous riverbank. 


Suddenly, the sound of the banging drums halted and the otherwise moonless night seemed so very eerie that you could not even hear the night sounds of cicadas; as if I were being escorted to an insulated room that had completely blocked my connection with the outer world. 


Chapter - 102