Michael focused on the room he was in. If he couldn’t figure out how to get out of the VR game altogether, he at least needed to figure out how to get out of his current predicament. He seemed to be in a bedroom of sorts. Looking to his left and his right he could see a bed, which meant he was tied to one of its posts. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ he thought. All he’d wanted was to be an adventurer, to win fame and fortune as a night on the battlefield of a new game. He had been looking forward to being one of the first to try out a whole new gaming experience. To his utter astonishment and embarrassment, he found himself not in the body of a strong, powerful knight, but in the body of a luscious woman tied up and powerless.
The door on the other side of the room creaked open and a large man wearing dark armor stepped in. He was tall and imposing, and there was something immediately unnerving about him. He had a hand resting on the hilt of his sword, he held his helmet on the other hand and had the swagger of someone who knew they held all the cards. A flowing black cape with golden embroidery was clipped to his pauldrons. He was square-jawed, as though chiseled out of stone, giving him the appearance of a statue come to life.
“So, Princess, have you given any more thought to my proposal?” asked the man, with a deep, resonant voice and an aristocratic tone. ‘Princess?’ I guess that makes senses. The game did say I was supposed to be a royal, but this wasn’t what I had in mind!’ he thought.
“Your proposal?” Michael asked, already not liking where the conversation was going. “Don’t play dumb with me, Your Highness. You are Princes Valeria Aveline Luisa de Clare. I am Imperator Constantine Alexander Villiers. When you marry me, our kingdoms will be united and our combined armies will carry my banner to the far corners of this world!” the Imperator’s voice was cold and brooked not opposition.
‘Princes Valeria Aveline Luisa de Clare? That’s my name now?’ Michael wondered. “This is so weird!” the changed man said out loud, shaking his head. “Look at me when I talk to you, girl!” Villiers grabbed Michael’s chin and forced the man-turned-Princess to look at him. Michael’s eyes went wide in fear as he noticed Villiers’ eyes flash red.
It was then that the room shook and Michael heard some sort of explosion not too far away. “My Lord! We are under attack!” Shouted a soldier from the doorway. Villiers’ let go of Michael and the gamer crumpled to his skirted knees, the bindings preventing him from falling further. Another explosion rocked the room and Michael tried to shrink back as he saw some sort of dark waves emanate from Villiers. “We will continue this conversation later, Your Highness!” his tone was dark and preternatural. He grabbed his helmet and unsheathed his black sword as he leapt through the window.
Michael was frightened and confused. He had wanted to do was escape his mundane existence, but this was more than he bargained for.
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