Transmigrated into the body of a poisoned queen

Yvonne's POV

"My lady, why these tears? Do you suffer anywhere?" The elderly woman, whom I had heard the attendants call the Mistress of the Robes and, at times, the Head Lady-in-Waiting, approached me. I didn't fully understand the titles, but I could tell by the way the other women moved about the room that she held some kind of authority over them, almost like the leader of their ranks.

But I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and shook my head. The damn hair kept falling into my face, so I flicked it away, why was it so damn long?

"I'm fine." Dang it, I said that in English. Quickly, I corrected myself, unsure if Spanish or German would come out next.

"Estoy bien," I said. She still looked suspicious, eyeing me from head to toe as if searching for something. I raised an eyebrow.

"What?" I growled in English. I didn't like that look, it was as if she thought I were some kind of bomb ready to explode. Well, I felt like one too. I couldn't blame her.

She turned away from me. "I believe we require the royal physician," she said.

I gasped and scoffed, standing up from the bed. Thankfully, this body wasn't as useless as I expected. The princess's frame was tall, no, just taller than the head lady-in-waiting. Fuck, I really missed my own body. I felt so strange and fragile in this one.

"What do we...?" I began in English but caught myself. I ran a hand through the hair, but it just kept falling into my face. I'd need to ask for scissors, though they probably didn't even have those. A knife would do just fine to chop off this ridiculous hair.

There was no way I was going to keep carrying this burden. Who in their right mind would? Then again, every woman I'd seen had long hair, though they all kept it tied up in some silly bun.

"I do not require any stupid royal physician," my words were sharp. Her eyes went wide, and the others in the room stopped what they were doing, glancing at me.

I rolled my eyes and flopped back onto the bed. It was one thing to be stuck in this ridiculous body, then be able to speak their language, but it was another thing entirely to be polite. Yvonne Jegede was never polite, and that wasn't about to change. I wasn't about to become some silly, properly bred airhead with a vitamin C deficiency.

As I sat there, the German-speaking girl rushed out from what I could only guess was some kind of private chamber. Her steps were quick, her expression focused. She looked like she was in a hurry, her attire slightly disheveled from her haste.

"My lady," she said, her voice soft yet urgent. "The bath is ready for you."

So, that's why she looked that way, just for a bath.

Well, I really needed one. Without hesitating, I began tugging at the heavy fabric I was wearing. It was some sort of long, restrictive undergarment, tight at the waist with lacing that felt impossible to undo. I could feel an arm rush to touch me, and without thinking, I slapped it away. The girl recoiled, her large doe eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and fear. I sighed.

Speak German please, I muttered to whatever was inside me.

"Ich brauche eure Hilfe nicht, um meine eigenen verdammten Kleider auszuziehen," (I do not need your help to pull off my own damn clothes) I snapped, and she trembled slightly, stepping back. I could feel eyes burning into the side of my face, but I refused to look at them.

"Ahhhh," I snarled, frustrated, as I yanked at the intricate laces of the corset-like garment, the fabric tight against my skin. The more I tried to remove it, the more I realized how completely foreign it all was, how useless my attempts felt.

The Mistress of the Robes stepped forward, her gaze confused. The young maid, still trembling, took a step back. Stopping just in front of me, the Mistress spoke, her voice soft.

"Your Royal Highness, please allow me to assist you," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. She looked at me with such patience, but I just stared back, letting out a frustrated huff. I reluctantly dropped my hand, and within moments, she began removing the garment. I swear, it only took her about two minutes for her to get me out of this thing.

Once the garment was off, she stepped back, her head lowered slightly, giving me a bit of privacy. I let out a deep sigh of relief, until I looked down at myself. That sigh? Gone. Gone like the wind.

I grabbed my breast. "What the hell is this?" I yelled. If you were in my shoes, you'd understand. I could hardly believe my eyes. This... this wasn't my body. But still, the breast? It was... small. I mean, one of my hands could cover a whole breast, and there was space. Freaking space.

Then I looked at my behind. Oh, no. I grabbed a cheek and let out a loud, dramatic cry. "Where's my gyat?" I yelled, and the Mistress of the Robes looked horrified and confused, they all were but she was probably thinking she'd accidentally summoned a curse instead of assisting a queen. I couldn't blame her. This body... It was petite. Fine, I was petite before, but this? The boobs were flat, the ass, well, practically nonexistent!

"My lady, what is the matter now?" the crying machine maid asked, her eyes narrowed with concern. I turned to her, giving her a fierce look.

"Are you really asking me that?" I snapped, throwing my hands up and gesturing at my chest and backside. "Just look at this! Look at my breast and my ass!" I turned to show her, and she immediately covered her face, probably to avoid a scandal. I could've sworn she'd never seen a body before, with that kind of expression, but she was a maid! Wasn't she supposed to have seen this already?

Oh, God. Why, of all bodies, did it have to be this one?

I looked down at my... well, down there. "Oh, noooo," I groaned, grabbing my virginal, my piercings gone, feeling completely defeated. It was like the universe decided to play a cruel joke on me, making sure I couldn't even have a decent body in this damn royal mess.

In an exasperated slump, I flopped face-first onto the bed, my barely there ass to the air. They all rushed to me in alarm, no doubt thinking I'd lost my mind again, but honestly? If I had to live in this body for one more second, I might just lose it entirely.

"I can't take this anymore!" I yelled into the pillows, my voice muffled but full of absolute distress.