Transmigrated into the body of a poisoned queen

Yvonne's POV

My eyes snapped open, but thankfully, it wasn't bright. As my eyes adjusted to the dim candlelight flickering in the room, I realized I was lying in a bed. I turned toward the window, and to my surprise, it was night. I quickly swung myself off the bed and rushed over to the window.

"My lady..."

I recognized the voice immediately. It was that crying machine, but this time, she didn't sound like she was sobbing. I could also clearly hear what she was saying. I truly understood her words. I stopped short, confused, but before I could process it, she rushed toward me, arms spread wide as if to block me.

Block me from what?

Then the memory hit me. I had wanted to jump out of the window.

Dang it, I almost did that.

I rubbed my hand over my leg as though it were broken. Have I lost my mind?

"I will not allow you to kill yourself, my lady," she said, her voice steady as she moved around with her arms still spread out protectively in front of the window.

I just stood there, stunned. I was hearing everything she said, as if something in my head was making me understand her words. Then I remembered the voice I had heard earlier. Who was that? And what was happening to me?

"I am losing my mind," I muttered aloud in Spanish, and my hand shot up to cover my mouth.

This was crazy. Can't I speak English anymore? What have they done to me?

I decided to test it. "Fuck," I said, and to my relief, the word came out in English.

The young girl tilted her head to the side, clearly confused. I noticed her eyes welling up, and I immediately shook my head, stepping closer to her.

"Stop, stop! Please, don't! I'm not going to jump out of the window, so please don't cry," I said, this time in German. It came out so naturally, surprising even myself.

This wasn't some obscure cult serving ancient gods; I must really be in a medieval world.

But how? And why?

I gently wiped the tears from her face, and she looked up at me, her expression filled with relief but also surprise. She nodded with a small bow.

"You are back, my lady?" she asked, her voice soft as she stepped away.

The room around us was lit by flickering candlelight, casting soft shadows on the stone walls. The warm glow illuminated luxurious tapestries that softened the harshness of the medieval stone. A grand fireplace stood in the corner, the flames crackling quietly.

"Would you like a bath, my lady? Of course, I'm sure you do. You do not look like yourself, my lady," she said, excited but also eyeing me with slight concern.

I glanced down at myself. She was right. I didn't look like myself.

I was dressed in long, heavy robes that felt suffocating in the warmth of the room. I began pulling them off and tossed them on the floor. That fluffy monstrosity was too hot.

"The Royal Highness has awoken," I heard her say, her voice filled with reverence as she opened the door slightly.

My brows furrowed, wondering who she was speaking to.

Before I could ask, the door opened fully, and I watched as two women entered. One of them I recognized as the elderly lady I had seen when I first woke up in this place.

The taller woman bowed her head respectfully, her eyes steady and somehow guarded. "My lady, we are relieved to see you awake," she said, her voice smooth and formal.

Behind her, the elderly lady with a more maternal air followed. "Are you feeling well, Your Majesty?" she asked softly, her hands clasped in front of her.

The young girl stepped back, casting a quick glance at the others before bowing her head in respect. "I shall prepare your bath, my lady," she said, her voice gentle.

The elderly woman, her posture still dignified, turned to the younger girls that had appeared behind them.

"Let us ensure the queen consort is made comfortable," she said with a soft but firm tone. "Prepare her robes and refreshments at once."

Her gaze turned back to me, softening with warmth.

"You've had a long rest, my lady. You are in good hands now."

I just stared as young girls moved around the room, their heads bowed. I didn't know what to say or do.

Glancing over at the door, I noticed a young girl bow before rushing over to me. She picked up the fluffy, hideous material I had tossed on the floor.

"Isn't there something better to wear? Something that doesn't feel like it's trying to suffocate me?" I blurted out.

The room fell silent. All eyes turned toward me with confusion and a hint of fear.

That's when I realized I'd spoken in English.

Not that it was my fault. English was the only language I knew. It's not like I'd spoken Spanish or German before.

But I quickly plastered a smile on my face.

Spanish, come to mouth. Spanish, come to mouth.

I thought, desperately willing the words to form.

"So, I was wondering if there was something else to wear… other than that…" I gestured toward the cloth in Spanish.

The girl holding it glanced at it before looking over to the elderly woman, who nodded. The girl turned away to fetch something else.

"You sound so different, my lady," the German-speaking girl whispered.

I turned to her, offering a small, fake smile. Give me a damn break.

Suddenly, my legs wobbled, my body going weak.

I swiftly made my way to the bed and collapsed onto it, my gaze drifting to the window, where countless stars filled the sky.

How am I going to get out of here?

I turned away from the window after a few minutes, my eyes falling on the people milling about.

I bit my lip, trying to calm myself. My thoughts raced, but as I focused on slowing my breath, everything that led to this moment hit me like a ton of bricks, the betrayal, the pain, the fear.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

I wasn't someone who cried, not ever, but it was all unbearable.