Magical_Doremi

Faye wakes up in a world she doesn’t recognize, surrounded by strange men—one claiming to be her fiancé, another calling himself her savior, and a short guard offering her popcorn like she’s watching a theater play instead of living in it. The problem? She doesn’t remember anything—not her past, not her kingdom, and certainly not this so-called "future husband."

Bom, an eccentric white-haired handsome doctor with a love for chicken , swears he can bring back her memories… for a price . Regis, the intense and brooding king, insists she belongs by his side. But with missing memories, strange magic, and the mystery of her unnatural pink hair, Faye isn’t sure who to trust—or even who she truly is.

One thing is certain: if she wants answers, she’ll have to face the forgotten past, an adventure filled with unexpected twists, and maybe even… a dragon?

Between chaos, comedy, and a little romance, Faye’s journey to uncover the truth is just beginning. And with Bom and Regis constantly at each other’s throats, one question remains: Will she reclaim her past—or carve out a new destiny?

The Lost Princess Of Lordor

I looked at the king Regis and said, "So, I will wait until you bring

me what I want. Someone bring me a chair please ."

I glanced at one of his three guards, the shortest one—the one I had just

slashed to the floor earlier. I laught in silence then I say "You, what's

He hesitated before answering, "B …Bob ! ."

I smirked. "Good. Bob, bring me a chair Please."

Bob looked at his king for approval. Regis gave a reluctant nod, and Bob

scurried off, returning with a red chair. I sat down comfortably, crossing one

leg over the other. "Now, I wait."

Regis stared at me with a mixture of fear and fury, but bad for him—he

couldn't do a thing to stop me. I'm Immortal, and handsome.

A few minutes later, a cute maid with short noisette brown hair and big

black doe eyes entered, carrying a tray of coffee and cookies. I blinked at

her, flashing a grin. She smiled back.

"Ah, Bom makes any girl's heart go boom-boom ! ," I mused,

taking the coffee. Then, as I picked up a cookie, I added, "But I like

chicken more than cookies, beauty so next time you know that."

To any man this is the ultimate flirting arm : blink ! Smile ! And Bom make your

heart …! You know it already ,oh sorry this only work for me …

Regis suddenly stood up. "Enough! We brought you your money and the

Behind me, Bob struggled under the weight of a literal mountain of

gold coins and the official certificate. I grinned. "Perfect! But where is

the most important demand if then all ?"

Regis pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "Seriously You were

I laughed maniacally. "Of course, I was serious! You think I'd joke

about something so sacred so tasty ?"

Regis sighed heavily and motioned to Bob. "Take him to the castle

Bob and I stepped outside, making our way toward what I had been waiting

for—heaven itself. When we arrived, I gasped. A hundred—no, a thousand

I ran toward them, arms wide open. The chickens, those delicious, stupid

creatures, scattered in fear. I screamed, "Finally! My chicken paradise

Behind me, Bob stared in sheer disbelief. "Doctor bom , Are you sure

Still basking in my poultry-filled joy, I waved him off. "Just watch

and see. And bring some popcorn too ."

"Popcorn, Bob you don't know that ?. And with caramel , please

Back in the throne room, I strolled in with the confidence of a

world-renowned scientist. Because, as everyone knows, doctors walk differently.

And today, I was in full doctor mode activated.

I cracked my neck and gestured to Regis and his guards. "You might want

to grab some popcorn. What you're about to see is a little… dark , scientific ,

At that exact moment, Bob actually returned—with my caramel popcorn.

I gasped. "Oh, perfect! Thanks, Bob." I took a handful and popped

some into my mouth. "Make sure everyone gets some let's share it."

Regis looked seconds away from losing his mind, but he said nothing.

Finally, I turned toward Faye. Blond, pretty, but not as pretty as me,

obviously I'm better . I leaned down, studying her lifeless face.

Then, in one swift movement—I kissed her.

I turned around, casually munching on popcorn. The guards stood frozen, eyes

nearly popping out of their skulls. Bob, the real MVP, was still munching his

Regis, however—Regis was fast. I only had a second to register his rage

before his boot collided with my perfect, beautiful face.

And that, my friends, is how I ended up on the floor, popcorn flying

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