Stuck In My Drama Fantasy

A Royal Mess

I screamed.

"This can't be happening!!!"

My voice echoed so loudly that birds from the nearby trees fled in a flurry of panicked wings.

"Am I dead?!" I gasped, clutching my chest. "No. No, I can't be dead." I spun in a circle, frantically examining my surroundings. "But… I'm not alive either. Am I?" My breath hitched. "I am… right?"

I pinched my arm. Nothing.

Oh my God. This is the afterlife.

"Well, I guess it's not entirely impossible. If I did die, Michael had to be the culprit. He was the last person I saw—" My rambling cut off as a horrifying realization hit me.

"Wait a second." I blinked. "I'm speaking… Korean?"

A slow, delirious grin spread across my lips.

"In your face, Duo!" I yelled triumphantly, flipping my middle finger to the sky. Take that,You thought you could intimidate me with your notifications? Well, guess what? I fluent-ed myself into another world!"

A soft, disapproving sigh pulled me from my celebration.

"My lady…"

I turned, finally registering the presence of the woman standing before me. She looked exhausted, like she'd been dealing with a particularly troublesome child.

"My name is—"

"Jin So-Hee, Your Highness." Her weary voice interrupted me.

I blinked.

"…Right. That's totally what I was going to say."

Jin So-Hee? Who the heck was that?

As if reading my mind, the woman continued, "You mustn't strain yourself, my lady. You are still recovering."

Right. Okay. Don't panic, Ginny.

Time to gather some intel.

"So… my husband's name is—" I started, only for the woman to frown at me.

"Silly girl," she scolded. "He's not your husband yet."

Oh.

I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved or worried. Well, I'd figure that out later.

"Mm. And his name is…?"

"Lee Seung-Woo."

I mulled it over. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

A sudden movement caught my eye—a full-length mirror on the far side of the room. My curiosity outweighed my caution, and I sprinted toward it.

"My lady, you must not run around!" the woman scolded, her voice laced with worry.

But I wasn't listening.

The moment I saw my reflection, I gasped.

"I look so… beautiful."

I touched my face, my hair—my long, silky black hair. It cascaded over my shoulders in perfectly styled waves. My skin was flawless, my lips a natural rosy hue. I looked like I'd stepped straight out of a historical drama.

"I shouldn't get too excited," I muttered to myself, pulling away. "I need to figure out who this lady is… and what exactly is going on with her soon-to-be husband."

A sharp knock at the door startled me.

"You must rest now, my lady," the woman insisted, her voice filled with concern. "The medicine will take effect soon."

Medicine? No, thank you.

Ignoring her, I leaped to my feet and sprinted for the exit. I was halfway through the doorway when I crashed into something—or rather, someone.

I stumbled back, my breath hitching as I looked up.

A man stood before me, his presence utterly overwhelming.

He was older than I expected, but still absurdly handsome. His traditional robes were different from the others—more refined, more regal. And his demeanor… terrifying.

Behind him stood several guards, their sharp eyes locked onto me. Their hands rested on the hilts of their swords, as if waiting for an order.

I swallowed hard.

This… might be a problem.

Okay, Ginny. Time to channel all those K-dramas you've watched.

I straightened my back, cleared my throat, and composed myself.

"Greetings, Your High—"

"Take her away."

The man's voice was cold, unwavering.

My eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

Two guards immediately grabbed me by the arms.

"You must be mistaken," I protested, struggling against their grip. "I am the soon-to-be queen! You cannot—"

Before I could finish, they started dragging me away.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" I screeched, thrashing against them.

But nothing. No progress.

What the hell?

Why was I so weak?!

I gritted my teeth, trying once more to break free.

Nope. Still stuck.

"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered. "How useless is this body?!"

The guards didn't slow down.

Panic crept up my spine.

Okay. New plan.

I straightened my posture, put on my most authoritative face, and declared, "I am the soon-to-be queen of this land! You will release me at once!"

Silence.

No reaction.

Ugh, what a bunch of stone-faced jerks.

I huffed, letting them pull me forward—until my gaze met his.

The terrifyingly handsome man.

My gut told me he was in charge.

If I was going to get out of this, I needed to act fast.

"You leave me no choice," I announced.

Then, without hesitation—

I bit one of the guards.

"ARGH!"

The moment his grip loosened, I ran.

"Get her," the man commanded behind me.

I didn't look back.

I sprinted out of the room, out of the building—anywhere that wasn't there.

The second I stepped outside, I inhaled sharply.

The air was different—cold, crisp, earthy.

My surroundings were breathtaking. Traditional architecture, grand courtyards, lanterns glowing softly in the dimming light…

It was beautiful.

It was also very much not the 21st century.

But I had no time to appreciate the scenery.

Heavy footsteps thundered behind me.

I ran.

And then—

BAM!

I collided headfirst into a solid chest.

I stumbled back, rubbing my forehead.

"Husband! King!" I blurted out instinctively, looking up at the stranger.

He was ridiculously good-looking.

Wait.

Was this Lee Seung-Woo?

Did I just accidentally run into my future husband?

I quickly straightened up and plastered on a confident smile.

"Sorry to be a bother," I said sweetly, stepping beside him. "But could you help me out here? Those men don't seem to realize who they're chasing. Tell them we'll be married soon, and they'll back off."

I crossed my arms smugly, waiting for his support.

The guards halted in front of us.

Let's see how they'd go against their king.

Then, Seung-Woo spoke.

"Stop."

His voice was calm, authoritative.

I smirked. See? That's right. Bow down, suckers.

But then—

"I'll do it myself."

…Huh?

My smile faltered.

"Do what?" I asked cautiously.

"Arrest you. Myself and don't call me your soon to be husband. It makes my skin crawl."

I stared at him.

Silence.

Then, realization dawned on me.

"Oh, crap."