A woman in her 20s was sleeping on her bed. Her head was wrapped in bandages. This woman name was Leahlya Argaentine, who fell down from a ladder while reading some books in her library. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and found herself surrounding with some people, including her father.
She croaked out, "W-what... h-happened? I..." Her throat was parched.
"You fell down from a ladder, My Lady," said a man, who awfully looked like a doctor... perhaps.
Leahlya was still processing everything in her mind. 'My Lady?' This was completely new for her. She had been called 'Detective' or 'Miss Brown' or... 'Detective Brown,' but no... 'My Lady.' Anything but that. In that very moment, she felt her brain churning with all the information bombarding her neurons like crazy. She immediately moved her hand towards her temples and rubbed it.
"Are you alright? Headache, maybe?" asked the doctor.
Leahlya groaned, "I-it's... nothing... but just a headache. It will go. Can you bring me some water?"
"Yeah, take this... but before this, let's help you sit. I believe your body must have become too stiff."
"I will help her," said a man, who was her father. He had blonde hair and grey eyes, pretty much like Leahlya. He helped her sit up and handed her a glass of water.
Leahlya nodded in gratitude and gulped down the water in a single go. She handed the glass to a maid and turned towards her father. She asked, "What had happened? Why are bandages wrapped around my head?"
Her father, Victor replied, "You heard the doctor, didn't you? You fell down from a ladder. Next time, call someone before taking matters into your hands."
Leahlya averted her gaze and fiddled with the blanket. She nodded and said, "I understand, Father."
The doctor raised his hand and asked, "If I may be bold enough, Marquis Langstern... can I ask My Lady something?" Victor nodded, "I am just curious. What books you were reading, Lady Langstern?"
Victor sighed and rubbed his right hand over his face. This was the question which he dreaded to hear and to hear from his family doctor... he was speechless.
"You will tell him, right? The doctor is really curious," mocked Victor.
Leahlya gave him a look and sneered, "I was just reading some books on the royal family. Ah, I am curious... very curious, so I was in the library. Although, should you be curious about these things? Father, can we just... pay him the money and send him on his way? I am sure he has lots of work to do. Lots of patients." She flashed him a smile and made a 'shoo' motion with her hand.
"Okay, if that's what you want. Well, Marquis... I am on my way if you allow me to."
Victor nodded, "You can go now. Thanks, Doctor. It was pleasure having you here."
"Likewise," replied the doctor. He bowed and left the room with the two of his nurses.
Victor sighed, "Do you want to talk this about? I am pretty sure you would like to tell me what happened in the library."
Leahlya shrugged, "Like I said, I fell down from the ladder. But Father, can I ask you something?"
"You can. I don't think I can stop you. So, shoot your questions."
Leahlya asked, "Is my name really 'Leahlya?' Is it really my name?"
Victor took a deep breath and sat down beside her. Now, he was really worried for his only child. What would he do if his daughter really lost her memories? Oh, it would be really good... er, 'bad.'
Victor put his hand on Leahlya's shoulder and said, "Look, I can call the doctor back. Seriously, I don't want my only daughter to go mad. Then again, this might make you more obedient. Maybe I can mould you into my perfect, little, and filial 'daughter.' What do you think?"
Leahlya removed his hand from her shoulder and shook her head. She said, "It's creepy, you know that, don't you? Also, I am serious. So, you better answer that."
"Okay. Your name is 'Leahlya Argaentine,' and I am your father. You need to ask anything more? Maybe I should call the doctor back."
Shaking her head, Leahlya said, "No, I don't need him back. I was just organizing my thoughts. A bit hazy. My mind is buzzing. I will really appreciate if you leave me alone for some time to organize myself."
Victor nodded and stood up. With a fake sad expression, he said, "It that's what you want. Anything for my darling daughter. You do know the house is mine, right? The clothes you wear, the food you eat, and everything you use. So, if I were you... I would be a tad bit grateful."
She smiled at him and clapped her hands mockingly. "I know you love me. It's the parents who provide their children, I know that. Don't worry when you get old, I will take care of you. Being the only child helps. So, can you go now? Please."
"Is that it?" sneered Victor.
"Please, Father." Leahlya glared at her father and pointed her finger towards the exit.
"Kids now-a-days are as bad as they come. Seriously, what did your etiquette teacher teach you?" Kicking his leather boot on the ground, Victor left the room.
"Lovely to talk to you, Father. Always a pleasant experience," yelled Leahlya, loud enough to reach her father's ears.
Seeing no one in her room, Leahlya closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to organize her thoughts.
Fuck me. I am dreaming, ain't I? Nope, maybe not. This is very vivid... and very mind opening.
She opened her eyes and threw the blanket off her and bolted towards her dressing table.