”WAH!”

I wake up in a strange bed, in a strange room. It looks old. Not in a way that it has aged, but as it seems middle-age-ish. Maybe. I was never good at history. Where was I?

Looking around, the room is a good size, but there is no lamps. No electricity it seems… The natural light from the window made the dust in the air seem like glitter. Getting mesmerized watching the small dust flakes dancing around, a loud knock brought me back to my senses.

“Good morning my Lady, did you have a pleasant sleep?”

A maid. Not just a pretend maid or a cosplayer or a maid café maid, BUT A REAL MAID, stepped into the room. She carried a fancy silver tray with food on it.

But really, where was I?

Having lived for this day my entire life, that is, the day where I could be called my Lady without it sounding cringe, I straightened my back, looked as dignified as I could and responded in an authoritative tone.

“Thank you, place it over there”, pointing to my bed table. The maid gave a bit of a curtsy, placed the tray, curtsied again, and went out as fast as she came. Turning back to my natural back posture, or lack thereof, I inspected the food. Food. Food food. Very important no matter where I was. First food, then thinking.

After eating I stood up, walking a bit around. Looking at a mirror there conveniently were in the room, I still looked like myself. Or, kind of myself. Something were off. It was me, but at the same time it wasn’t. My mirrored image showed me a prettier more dignified version, with clear skin, no fat unnecessary places, and just all over, the version of “me” that was as pretty as it could be.

Sitting down Infront of the mirror I went into thought mode.

What actually happened?

“AH!!! I DIED!!”

I couldn’t help myself, the words just came screaming out, not being able to hold them back. That’s right! I was hit by dear old Truck-kun and now I’m here. In other words. Going by perfect and logical logic, I’m reincarnated.

Or am I? I like clichés but if this turns out to ‘all be a dream’ I’M the one that’s going to kill someone next.

First of all, why do I look like a prettier version of myself? Normally in these stories, the main character either goes to the new world as themselves, or they get reincarnated into another person that exists in the world they are going to.

Does it really just so happen that I ended up in a body that almost looks like my own?

A knock once again interrupted my daze, and in came Sebastian. Or well. A butler. But all butlers should be named Sebastian, right?

“My Lady, we have prepared early tea. Would you like to partake?” he asked me, looking down and looking dapper.

Forgetting my current situation, I made a very fake British accent

“Yes, thank you Sebastian” I said, each word making it more and more clear that I could indeed not speak with an accent.

Noticing the looks I was being send from some maids standing behind the butler, I was hit with what I had just done. Oh-oh. I should probably know his name… And act like a lady… Wait… Speaking of names, what is mine?

The butler glared at the maids that at once stood upright once again.

“My Lady,” He started with a sigh, directing his words at me.

“As I have told you before, my name is not Sebastian, and I would appreciate if you would remember your status and act accordingly in front of the maids” he finished.

Huh? As I have told you before? So this person, whose body I have reincarnated in, also calls the butler Sebastian?

Seriously, what are the odds?

Seba—The butler sent a glare, my way this time, and at once pulled me out of my little world of thoughts.

“My Lady, I would also greatly appreciate if you would not daze off when asked something” He said, with a sassy stress on greatly.

I cleared my throat, looked at him, smiled, and did my best to keep up a dignified posture.

“Yes, I will partake, thank you”

The butler just sighed deeply, took two fingers and massaged where his glasses rested on the nose. Then he turned around, and waved the maids to get to work with the other hand.

The maids hurried over to me, sitting me down and started readying me with all sorts of stuff. Brushed my hair, dressed me, and oh, what was this?

A necklace being brought forth caught my eye. It wasn’t really anything extraordinary, but… It was enough…

“Excuse me” I said, getting eye contact with a maid to the left.

“Can you tell me what this necklace is called?” I continued.

The maid seemed nervous, maybe she was new. She might think I was trying to test her out, when in reality I was testing out a theory.

“It’s called ‘plotdevice’ My Lady” one of the other maids said from behind me.

“Please don’t tease the new maids, My Lady” she continued.

If I had to guess from the way she spoke to me, she would be the head maid.

But hmmm… Plotdevice, eh?

In other words. This is the world of the novel “The Sappy Love Story Cliché” I was reading before I died.

Because of my longstanding support to the Author, almost ever since she started, she gave med the great honor of getting a character in her novel. The character would be named after me, take from my personality and looks, and I also got to choose a few other things.

But well, the character was only mentioned a couple of times throughout the story. Not only was she a side character, she was a side character on the side character’s side.

However, I did get to decide this necklace, ‘plotdevice’. How it should look, and the name. It looks like one of those cheap candy necklaces you can eat, only just made of some sort of pearls. It has a small part in the story. The character, Amy, wears it to a party and drops it. When she goes back to look for it she accidentally run into the head of the royal guard and falls in love.

Only, that love story is totally ruined, not followed up on, and never heard from again. The only thing that really ends up happening is the head of the royal guard keeping ‘plotdevice’ and… eh… what happens then? I just read it… I mean, I died and everything so I’m a bit excused for not remembering.

But anyway, according to this theory, that the character ‘Amy’ is based on me, the person ‘Amy’, that at least takes care of one thing. I should just ask as I want.

Oh, Author, I love you so, so why did you do me dirty with the gay prince?

Huh… Wait a second.

If I’m actually inside the novel, doesn’t that mean my dead gay baby is here too?

BUT ALIVE????