“im, what? this is too fake!” I scream at the psychic as I run out. It all sounds too much like a novel. A forgotten princess in a modern world. Right? I could see the novel. I write it off as a joke as I walk out. I remember what she said before I left

“maybe not a perfect novel. Be careful of the color.” It all just sounded like a joke, but as I walked out I screamed. The world was covered in a purple fog surrounding me. I saw the signs change. I heard noise and I jumped. I had always flinched at certain things. why? No, no, that is a crazy woman talking. I see one figure apear in the fog. Out of the sweats and t-shirts he usually wears, there he is. The one who cracked my heart. Now, in royal garbs. I look down to see me in a pastel green ballgown as he smirks.

“Finally. Welcome to agonia, Princess (y/n)