"Fainting twice in one day..." a voice suddenly echoed in her ears. "...you’re really something, Your Majesty."
When Primrose opened her eyes, she was no longer in the parlor, nor was she in her bedroom. In fact, she didn’t feel like she was anywhere inside the manor at all.
The place around her felt strange and unfamiliar.
She lowered her gaze and saw a pair of men’s shoes standing in front of her. Confused, she slowly looked up, and then she saw a familiar face.
"Sir... Leofric?" she asked softly, her voice unsure. "Why are you here?"
Putting aside the reason why he was here, Primrose wondered why he looked taller than usual, so tall that her head didn’t even reach his waist.
No, wait. Did he look taller because she had become shorter? That was ridiculous... right?
"If I weren’t here, your father probably would have taken you away already." He let out a long sigh. "Well... even with me here, this still isn’t good news."
Primrose frowned. "That strange man is not my father," she said firmly.
Before Leofric could say anything, Primrose quickly added, "How’s Lorelle?"
"She’s fine. She’s getting better, actually." Leofric tilted his head. "But, Your Majesty, I think there’s something more important you should be asking right now."
He was right.
Instead of asking about Lorelle, the question she should have asked was something like: Where is this place? or Where am I?
However, she was worried about Lorelle, and since she hadn’t received any news about her, Primrose had been afraid that something bad had happened.
"I know I’m not in the real world," Primrose finally said. "This isn’t my ’real’ father’s manor, and somehow... I’m getting shorter?"
Please. She was already short enough. If she became shorter in real life, she would be doomed.
"You’re not getting shorter," Leofric replied calmly. He raised his hand, and a mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air. Then he held it in front of her face. "You’re becoming a child, Your Majesty."
Primrose widened her eyes the moment she saw her reflection.
She had really turned into a child, but her face was different.
No, it wasn’t just slightly different. It was completely different!
Instead of having bright red hair that stood out among others, her hair was now black. Her face was still beautiful, the kind of beauty that could rival her ’real’ face.
However, the face she saw in the mirror now looked softer and thinner, as if she had been malnourished.
And among her new features, one thing hadn’t changed at all was her golden eyes.
They were still as bright as the sun, becoming the focal point of her face now that her hair color looked plain.
"Who... who is this?" Primrose asked.


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