Chapter 3 Escaping

• Trinia stepped out of the bathroom, finally concluding a long thirty minutes of being inside. As she entered the room, she was taken aback to find a line of maidservants waiting for her. Startled, she counted them and realized there were ten, each with their heads bowed respectfully. Their identical attire, a flowery gown, and bun-styled hair, caught her attention. Confused and questioning her surroundings, Trinia couldn't help but wonder where she was.
• "Where on earth am I?" Trinia muttered to herself, her voice laced with astonishment.
• "Your Highness!" The maidservants chimed in unison, causing Trinia to step back in surprise.
• "Erm," she scratched the back of her head, struggling to comprehend what she was witnessing. The idea of body-switching seemed absurd until it happened to her. Trinia felt like she was dreaming, still grappling with the reality of the situation. "Am I a queen?" she pondered, shaking her head in disbelief. "But a queen wouldn't be dressed in this tattered gown." Trinia pointed to her stained and soiled white dress, expressing her doubts about her new role. "I see what's going on here!" she exclaimed, laughter mingling with her words as she approached the maidservants. "You're staging a show and using me as an experiment, right?" Trinia queried with a disapproving tut. She then scanned the room, searching for any signs of hidden cameras. Her gaze landed on two men who had accompanied the self-proclaimed king with the grumpy golden eyes, Ansel. Quickly averting her eyes from his intense gaze, Trinia cleared her throat.
• "Your Highness," the two men bowed their heads respectfully. "The king has instructed the maidservants to prepare you for the meeting with both clans and you..."
• "Hold on a second," Trinia interrupted. "Could you please tell me where I am?" The men exchanged glances, remaining silent as they stared at her intently. "So, that disrespectful man was the king, and I am supposed to be the queen?" Trinia questioned, seeking confirmation.
• "Yes, Your Highness," they all responded in unison.
• "Is this some kind of joke?" Trinia shouted at them, her frustration mounting. "I don't know any of you, and I can't believe I've traveled back in time to the 17th century, where I'm expected to be the wife of that disrespectful man." Trinia ruffled her hair, grumbling to herself. "This can't be possible. Even the greatest physicists never claimed time travel was real; it was always just an assumption. And even if time travel does exist, what has happened to my real body?" Trinia placed her hands on her head and let out a scream. "What in the world has happened to me?"
• Alarmed, the men rushed toward her, concerned that something had gone wrong. However, upon seeing her bewildered expression, they exchanged glances, wondering if their Luna Queen had lost her sanity. Trinia was known for being calm and easygoing, making her current behavior all the more perplexing. "Are you alright, Your Highness?" they asked, their voices laced with worry.
• Trinia shook her head and looked at the men. "Come closer, you guys," she whispered urgently, but none of them responded.
• "Your Highness, the king requires your presence in the throne room in thirty minutes, and you're wasting time," one of the men informed her, motioning for a maidservant to assist the queen in getting ready.
• "Yeah, yeah!" the maidservants chorused, moving closer to Trinia.
• "Wait!" Trinia shouted, and they all froze in their tracks. She scratched the back of her head and walked towards the door. "I need to take a deep breath and..." Trinia inhaled deeply, composing herself. "I need to get out of here!" Trinia shouted, running out of the room.
• "Your Highness!" they all called out, following her.
• "There's no way I'm staying in this godforsaken place," Trinia muttered to herself as she sprinted down a seemingly endless hallway until reaching a dead end with two turns. "Why is this place so enormous?" she exclaimed, briefly glancing behind her to see the two masked men and the maidservants closing in. "I need to find a way out!" Taking a left turn, she dashed as fast as her legs could carry her, only to be met with yet another long hallway filled with closed doors. "What should I do?" Trinia cleared her throat as she reached the end of the hallway, spotting a golden door. Feeling trapped, she bit her lower lip, desperately searching for an escape route. Trinia turned back, noticing the approaching footsteps. With a surge of determination, she pushed open the door, using her body to create enough momentum. Triumphantly, she laughed, thinking she had eluded them. But her laughter faded when she realized she had entered a room occupied by several people, all eyes fixed upon her. Two guards stood at the entrance, and approximately ten individuals were seated on each side of the room, with Ansel positioned at the center.
• "Mr. Golden Eyes!" Trinia pointed at Ansel, inching closer to him. Upon reaching the center of the room, she noticed ten people murmuring and pointing fingers at her. "Is this some kind of group thing?" she asked, suspicion creeping into her voice. "Are you all part of a gang that's planning to sell my organs?" Trinia demanded, her eyes narrowing.
• "What on earth are you saying, Your Highness?" one of the elders from the witch's clans shouted, taken aback by her outburst.
• "Has she gone mad?" questioned another elder.
• "Yes!" Trinia retorted, her frustration evident. "I have gone mad because all of you have conspired against me!" Trinia pointed at Ansel. "You're the Don, right? The underground boss?"
• "My Queen," Ansel called out, his voice tinged with concern. "What on earth are you doing? Why are you dressed like that and disrupting the meeting?" His words were strained through gritted teeth, attempting to maintain composure.
• Trinia cleared her throat and shrugged. "I think I've entered the wrong room," she bowed her head and swiftly made her way toward the door.
• "Stop her!" Ansel commanded the guards, bewildered by her peculiar behavior. The last time they spoke, Vanessa couldn't even lift her head to look at him, and she had been timid and slow in her actions.
• "Let me leave this place!" Trinia shouted at the guards, futilely attempting to push past them. "Let me go now!" She screamed, turning her attention back to everyone in the room. They were all standing now, except for one person who remained seated, his gaze locked on Trinia. Ansel moved between them, heading towards Trinia, leaving her with a decision to make.
• She needed to escape and find her family. Understanding why she was trapped inside someone else's body was crucial, and there was no scientific explanation for such an occurrence. Escaping was the only way to uncover the truth. "What should I do?" Trinia bit her lip as Ansel approached her slowly. She swiftly turned to face the guards and grinned"A perfect idea," she whispered to herself. With agility, Trinia slid under the guards and used her body to push open the door, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. She laughed as she made her daring escape, but her elation was short-lived when she found herself face-to-face with the two masked men and the kneeling maidservants blocking her path. Frustrated, she yelled, "What now?" Casting a glance behind her, she realized her options were limited.
• "Don't let her get away!" Ansel's voice commanded from behind.
• "I don't think you can catch me!" Trinia retorted, determination burning in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she braced herself. "I can do this!" With a burst of energy, she leaped, defying gravity, much to the astonishment of everyone present. Skillfully, she hopped onto the first maid's back, struggling to maintain her balance. Undeterred, she continued leaping from one maid to another until she reached the last one. Apologetic, she whispered a quick sorry before jumping off her back, her focus now fixed on Ansel. "Goodbye!" she called out, a mischievous laugh escaping her lips, as she took a sharp turn to the right, heading out of the mansion.
• "Your Highness, what should we do?" the guards asked Ansel, their confusion evident.
• "Stay out of this," Ansel replied dismissively. "I'll handle her myself." He clenched his fists tightly, his anger mounting. "How dare she mock me in front of everyone?"
• "I believe our mate is becoming stronger," Klaus, his wolf, whispered in his mind.
• "Shut up!" Ansel snapped, transferring his aggression to his inner voice. He blocked out the connection, seething with frustration. "There must be a reason behind her behavior," he muttered, determined to uncover the truth.