Me and my King

Rays of warm summer sun ran out the window, caressing the sleeping little girl's face. The ebony-haired noble lady's eyes slowly opened to the bright light.

"Hm…"

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up slowly, then stretched her hard.

"Ah… what a beautiful dream…"

She looked around her room and smiled contentedly.

"Is this heaven?"

She asked funny, then stood up.

"Huh?"

The cold marble floor made her shiver, as her feet touched it.

"This feeling is so real…"

As she looked out the window she saw a flowering frame, with a fountain, angel statues… birds singing, there was not a cloud in the sky.

"I must be dead. So this can only be heaven. I mean… I lived a decent, faithful Catholic life… a bit of a blithesome life… but even then, I deserve to go to heaven. "

She quickly convinced herself, then walked toward the door with a smile. Then she paused for a moment and thought.

"But shouldn't St. Peter or God welcome me? Or at least some inferior angel? Maybe my parents? Oh… "

That's when she remembered. Samantha buried her parents 3 years ago, she had no living relatives at the time of her death. Harry had been her family for a long time… but in the end he wasn't.

"I hope at least one of my friends minds to scatter my ashes or something…"

No one would finance the price of a funeral, she was aware of that.

"But…"

She turned to the huge mirrored wardrobe.

"After our death, shouldn't our soul look like our body?"

She took a step toward the mirror. A young little girl was standing opposite her. She may have been around 10 years old, with butt-length ebony hair, snow-white skin, red lips, and violet eyes. She was beautiful. The eye color explicitly enchanted Samantha, who, though not counted as an ugly woman in her life, looked pretty average.

As she pondered about this, the door suddenly opened.

"Miss!"

A young red-haired, green-eyed maid entered. She shouted at the sight of her, then hugged her with teary eyes.

"We thought you would never open your eyes again!"

"What?"

Samantha stood puzzled, letting the maid's tears soak her clothes. Upon hearing the great lament, another maid appeared in the doorway, but she ran away after covering her mouth with her hands. Samantha heard the hallway echo from her shouting.

"The miss woke up! The young lady woke up! "

Samantha didn't really understand what was going on, but she was sure this place wasn't heaven…

"Ariana!"

A beautiful black-haired woman entered the room sobbing, based on her elegant purple dress and lots of jewelry, Samantha concluded that she might be the lady of the house. Of course, she also used the little girl to soak up her tears.

'Ariana? Is this girl… that is, the name of the body? '

"You can never go out into the woods again after dark! Did you understand? Do you have any idea that how much we were afraid of losing you?! "

She asked, interrupting her cry for a moment.

"Tell the marques immediately that his daughter has woken up!"

'Marques? According to them,… Ariana is the daughter of a marques. This is good! Marques are people with lot of money, aren't they? '

Samantha tried to search her memories to see if she could see the memories of the original Ariana… but nothing. So she thought it's better to pretend to have a memory loss, gaining time for herself while finding out exactly how and where she got.

"What happened?"

"Oh, Miss… when you escaped to watch the shooting stars, you got lost in the woods! Don't you remember it? You froze outside all night and became so sick by the time we found you… You were laying unconscious for a week… "

"No. I don't remember … anything … Could it be that this beautiful lady is my mother? "

For a moment, everyone held their breath. The marquise fell to the ground.

"You… don't you recognise me… my little girl?"

"I'm sorry…"

At that time, Samantha performed the role of the defenseless little girl so well, that she already played the takeover of an Oscar statue in herself. Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes.

Of course, within half an hour, there was a doctor, who found that the serious illness developed amnesia, which may or may not go away.

"It's okay Treasure, and you'll learn everything again!"

By that time, the marquis was already there. A handsome man, with barely 40 years old, brown hair and violet eyes.

"Yes Miss! We'll help! "

The maids said.

"Thank you a lot! I don't know how I could thank you! "

Ariana spoke in a trembling voice.

"Come on, my little daughter, we're a family – in good and in bad!"

She hugged the marquis.

'So at first glance, this little girl is popular with people. They were sincerely worried about her and enthusiastic about "digging up memories"… Maybe God thought I deserve a little pampering… since I became a beloved noble lady. '

Samantha smiled to herself.