They say hate is the strongest emotion a human can ever have. The intensity and the darkness of the emotions it controls, all tie together to produce untamed, raw emotion. Emotion that can travel between worlds. I would never have believed myself if I didn't experience it.

The last thing I remember is being enraged by the most irritating character to ever exist on the face of the planet and stomping to Mar's house to give the most detailed hate rant ever to exist about the purple-eyed loser.

 Then BOOM!

A truck crash later, I'm Aisha Valore. I couldn't believe it. I still don't. Even while I stare at myself in the mirror, poking and prodding, it still doesn't feel real. She looks a lot different than I imagined. Her facial features were sharper and her eyes looked a lot fiercer than I imagined. But following the author's description, I knew this was her. The violet orbs, pale skin and shoulder-length white hair were a dead giveaway. I felt like I would die, I wanted to die. Dying would be better than living in this failure's body for even a minute longer. 

"Princess Aisha! Please calm down. What is the matter?", I heard a maid plead but it was all a bunch of gibberish to me.

"Look, Martins, I would rather jump off a cliff than hear you call me that!"

"But Princess-"

"Get out!" I scream grabbing a brush from my dresser and flinging it in her direction. It misses her thankfully but it doesn't stop her from flinching.

"Abbie, please call for General Margo", I heard Martins scream as she tried getting closer to me. Martins? Martins... how the hell did I know her name?

"Princess A-" She starts but quickly stops as I stare her down. 

"Princess, please what exactly is the matter", I hear her ask quietly but pay her no mind.

 It was definitely a dream. It had to be. God would never let this happen to me! i shut my eyes tightly, turned to the mirror and let out a shaky breath. Ok Milly, count to three and wake up. 

"1...2...3", I mumble and open my eyelids slowly to see a trembling Martins behind me. 1 more time. 

"1...2...3". No change.

"1...2...3".

"1...2...3".

"1..2-" 

"Aisha, what's the matter? Are you hurt?", a voice interrupts me and yet I refuse to look at it. Maybe it'll go away. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder and suddenly, I'm face to face with a man in a knight uniform.

"Margo...", i mumble. His worry doesn't fade as he stares into my eyes and searches my face. "I'm here Aisha". That cursed name once again. I force myself out of his grip and storm out of my room and through the palace halls. I could hear three of them following behind me closely.

"Usually, when people storm off it means they want you to leave them alone!", I yell not stopping. 

"Please Aisha, talk to me", Margo pleads monotonously as he continues behind me. Come to think of it, How did I know that he was Margo? None of them told me their names and yet, I knew exactly who they were. The author didn't speak much about Aisha's personal life either. This experience just kept getting worse. 

The only redeeming thing was Margo. One more look at the hot man should suffice. I stop walking and finally look at them. The maids had broken into sweats and yet Margo just looked at me unfazed. His body did not betray him in the slightest. 

He had sharp and defined features as well and his auburn eyes were a unique shade I'd never seen anywhere else. His general tattoos peeked through his uniform. But it wasn't hard to see that he was studying me, trying to figure out what was wrong. He already knew something was up. Think Milly. Think! 

i stared at them quietly as all three looked at me expectedly. Say something! Anything!

"Uh...yo?"

Yo! Who the hell in an older empire says yo? I expected better from myself as well.

"What is yo?", I heard Margo ask innocently cocking his head to the side. "Um, forget it". Ok, Millie, you've read enough Empire stories to at least mimic their speech! you just need to be convincing enough for them to leave you alone.

"Pardon me, I had a bad thought, perhaps it startled me a bit. I apologize for worrying you three. Perhaps I should go and get some rest." 

That has to be the best acting I have ever done in my life. I have to hand it to myself there. I smile faintly as I silently rejoice in my brilliance. "You startled me there Princess Aisha. I almost thought I upset you", I hear Martins mumble as her eyes become glossy. "It's OK Mar-", I start but I'm interrupted by Martin's crying in my embrace. I feel kind of bad now. I pat her head softly as the other two stand to look at me. Their mouths dropped open as their eyes widened. If they didn't have questions before, they definitely did now.