Examine her surroundings.

Now that she thought about it, the room she’d assumed had been a fancy hotel room was too lavish, like it had been decorated to match someone’s personal tastes, and there were signs of long-term use, leading to her deduction that the room was someone's private property.

There were other things. When she first saw him she’d thought that the man in front of her was a foreign model, but she realized now that wasn’t quite right. And she had never heard the language he was speaking ever before in her life.

On top of that, she had been naturally speaking the same language this entire time. And this body that she thought was her own. She couldn’t believe that she’d only noticed now. Long blonde hair that went to her waist splayed across the bed. She had never grown her hair this long. And the colour. This body….this wasn’t her body.

‘Who am I? And where is this?’

All of a sudden, she felt anxiety begin to seep in. The fear coursed through her, making her stomach flip. She must have instinctively tightened her grip on the man’s hand because he shot her a worried look. She tried to calm down and got her bearings. That was when she felt the man give her hands a squeeze. She let out a deep breath.

“Excuse me but…..”

“Yes.”

“No, it’s nothing.” She couldn’t ask him carelessly, especially since she didn’t know what kind of situation she’d found herself in.

She turned her attention from those deep eyes staring back at her before they drew her in completely. Laughing nervously, she tried to look at anything but the naked boy, finally, she noticed a hand mirror on the end table aside from the bed.

Taking the mirror. The woman in the mirror was exceptionally beautiful and alluring. Her glossy blonde hair fell in waves over her back and to her waist. She wasn’t exactly petite but she was slender with smooth curves. She wore the bedsheets like a dress while comfortable it slipped off her and exposed wide swaths of smooth, creamy, bare skin.

‘Wow’ The reflection staring back at her left her stunned until she was pulled back by a worried voice.

“Your Highness? Princess Alexandra?”

Turning to the boy she dropped the mirror, it plopping onto the bearskin rug beneath the bed, and grasped ahold of the boy's shoulders. “What did you just call me?!”