1 What's With this Scenario?

Painful.

God forbid, her body was aching as if the hounds of hell had been trampling it multiple times.

Pia struggled to open her eyes and was temporarily blinded by the glaring light coming from all directions.

'Huh. Is this the afterlife?Too bright. Ugh. This is hurting my eyes. They should really have an off switch for this.' Pia thought to herself.

The last thing that she remembered was having the worst case of headache and deciding to sleep it off after taking some pills.

Pia blocked the light, putting her hands in front of her. However instead of the slightly tanned, rough hands that she was expecting to see, in front of her was a pair of fair, smooth, and unblemished ones.

'What the hell? I didn't know my hands were this beautiful. Totally hand model material.'

Suddenly, as her eyes have finally adjusted, it was not her hands that caught her attention anymore. Pia stumbled out of where she was because of the shock.

"Sh*t! Am I dreaming? Where the f*ck am I?"

Pia's brain was lagging that moment. She tried to scramble out from her mind what happened the previous day before she flopped into her bed and unto dreamland.

Right. She resigned from work. She lost interest in it and she couldn't bear to stay for another single day. And on top of that she hadn't been sleeping too well for the past months and the physiological fatigue had caught up to her. Pia remembered taking sleeping pills and ibuprofen for her headache that night to help her get a good night sleep.

"I guess I overdid the sleeping pills huh."

She murmured softly to herself while taking in every detail of the room she was now in. Pia could only describe it to be lavish but not too overdone. It was elegant even. The cream-colored walls were patterned with stencils of roses pairing well with the old rose color of the ceiling, which were in laid with what seemed like gems. The understated sparkle were a pleasure to look at. Pia marveled at it.

The afternoon sunshine reflected at her french windows illuminating the rouge sofa set. There was also a study table at a far corner along with a shelf of books. Pia turned her attention to where she was sitting down. The pristine, white bed she was in, had soft gauze canopies. The entire ambiance reminded her of an Old English room. Suddenly, it struck her.

'Did I transmigrate? What's with this scenario? Am I freaking living a transmigration novel here? Oh my gosh! My inner otaku is rejoicing! Waaah!'

'Stop getting distracted Pia! Get yourself together!'

Just as she finished reprimanding herself, she settled down and faced reality, Pia's head suddenly ached again. It hurt to the point where she was drenched in cold sweat and had difficulty breathing.

Countless images flashed in her mind, like a film reel playing.

Lady Chalice Solveigh de Amaranth. That's the name of the body she was in now. The only daughter of Duke Alaric Silvann de Amaranth and Duchess Lyana Charlotte de Amaranth. Much to the dismay of everyone, Chalice did not live up to her father's reputation nor inherited her mother's genteel grace.

She was the wayward, brash, and man-chasing daughter of the duke. Pia was flabbergasted at this revelation. This girl was notorious for going after guys with good looks. Because of this she often got into trouble and brought shame to her household. She even got into an accident chasing after the Crown Prince.

"This dumbass died because she chased after the Crown Prince and ended up trampled under his horse. Ugh! Seriously?! Can you get anymore stupid than that? There's something called subtlety." Pia cursed under her breath.

'Well, at least she didn't die while sleeping.'

She snickered at that. Even in her manner of death, Pia felt it was uneventful. She could have died with a little bit more flair. Considering that, her personality thoroughly clashed with her new body's personality. Not to mention, bragging aside, she was not that dumb. Although she wasn't really that averse to her chasing guys. She was a typical 21st Century woman having that certain degree of feministic morals. In the modern world it was already pretty common for women to make the move on men.

"But anyway, this is who I am now. I doubt I could go back to Earth anyway. Hmm. Alright Chalice, I am going to redeem you and live your life to the fullest. I will make your name glorious in this world."

After she said those words likened to an oath, Pia sighed. She was happy to get another lease in life. Her last one was merely so-so, in her opinion. It was not brutal, not too overly dramatic. Just mediocre. Too mediocre that she felt bored. Unmotivated. It was like an endless cycle which tired her out. She was going to make sure that in this new one she will be exceptional, different, novel. That's for sure. She will have her adventure of a lifetime. Pia will make sure she will not die of boredom again.