The Only Princess
Prologues

My name is Anne, Annelise to be exact. I'm 17 years old. Entering late adolescence. A time when those who are in their teens are busy looking for identity. Then, prepare for adulthood. They'll do whatever they want. Find as many friends as possible. Go anywhere they want to go. It is not uncommon to argue with parents and do the wrong thing. Smoking cigarettes. Drug. Free association.

Well, forget about it. Because I have found myself. And, of course, I'm not that kind of teenager. I am a teenage koala who prefers to spend his time in a room all day. Watch hundreds of episodes of movies or cartoons. Sliding hp screen non-stop. Eating snacks until my stomach almost exploded. Get out of the room when hungry and want to go to the bathroom. That was me.

What?!?! I'm not a slacker. I just yeah. Teens like me need a lot of energy for growth. So, I have to save it as much as possible. And, lazing around is the best way to save energy.

My father was a naval officer. He was killed in a test of a new submarine. The government provided all my needs from the time my father died until I got married. Meals. Pocket money. Garments. Educational activity. Everything is arranged. That's why, I have no burden of mind other than thinking about what movie I'm going to watch tomorrow.

My mother was a flight attendant. He left before the sun even rose. And, coming home after the earth evolved once. That is, if he does not have to work a full year.

I'm used to being alone. There are no friends in the real world or in the virtual world. Well, it's fine. This child prefers to be friends with cellphone and food stored in the closet.

We have a housekeeper who takes care of everything. Cookout. Shirt washing. Washing dishes. And, cleaning the house. Everything is arranged. The only place I never cleaned was my room. I forbid aunt to come into my room. Let's just say it's a restricted area. Besides, if aunt comes in. I'm sure he'll pass out.

Snacks are splattered all around the corner. Dirty plates and glasses stack up. The bed was strewn in an uncertain direction. Flutes and pillows are brown. You know, this room does look like a dumpster. Therefore, I have decided to clean this room until there is not a single dust left. But, let's do that after I finish my movie. Not many. Only until season 9. There are 26 episodes in season. And, 1 episode has a duration of 1 hour.

Alright!!! Alright!!! I'll work on it now. Besides, I'm sick of the movie.

A girl died of a heart attack. The reason is because it is too happy with the SBMPTN announcement. Then, enter the isekai world and become the only imperial princess?!?! Just be right! The reason for dying what is. At least, it could give a slightly more authoritative reason to die. Save the family, for example. Or because of a car accident. That's definitely better than the SBMPTN announcement.

Then, the female lead was very weak. He could only cry and cry. Until his mother's spirit came and comforted him. After that, he became strong. Is that true?!?!

Surprisingly, there are a lot of people who like the movie.

If I were the female lead, I would be strong and firm. I will not cry and can control my strength. Aish! Forgetit! I don't want to trade my life for unemployment just to become an imperial princess.

From the isekai comics I read, becoming an imperial princess is no easy feat. Must study history. Strategy war. Manners. Dancing. Huh! I'd better be the daughter of a flight attendant. Not to mention, if his family's half crazy. Plus, the super-sneaky antagonist cast sucks. Huh! I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I died and entered a strange fantasy kingdom.

All righty! Enough with the movie review. I have a dumpster to clean. My room won't clean itself. But, it's good if you can.

I walked out of the room. Take a broom, mop, duster, trash bag, and wipe in seconds. I'm allergic to the air outside my room. It made me unable to breathe and felt like dying.

I went back to the room. My eyes were staring at every corner of my room. It's too messy until I can't choose which part to clean first. All right, let's start by picking up the trash.

I walked backwards. My left hand was clutching the trash plastic while my right hand was stuffing the trash into the plastic. I smiled while humming. Cleaning the room is fun as long as it is not asked. Thankfully, no one ever told me to clean my room.

I rubbed my sweaty forehead. My lips curled upwards. My room is clean of rubbish. Three plastic bags full of trash were lying in the corner of the room.

I walked to the doorway. Take the broom I put near the desk drawer.

I fell because of a banana peel that I forgot to clean. My head hit the floor hard. My eyes are blurred. Everything's dark.

*****

My eyes blinked. My head hurts so much. It felt like I just hit something hard. Waita minute! This place feels weird. Am I in a foreign room? Did someone kidnap me?

As I recall, I was cleaning my room and slipped on a banana peel. Then, my head...... Uh! Apparently from there the pain came. But, I'm fine. I'm still alive. Is this a hospital? But, since when does the hospital have a roof this high. And, the ornament of this place is similar to a kingdom.

Waitaminute! The kingdom?!?! Don't tell me that..... Hands!!! My hands are shrinking!!! My cheek!!! I am a hobby of eating. But, since when did my cheeks become this soft?!?!

Baby?!?! Why am I a baby?!?! What the hell is going on?!?! Did I die then reincarnate into an imperial princess?!?! Nah! That's not possible. I don't want to! Return me to my jobless life. I don't want to be an imperial princess.

But, I'm not necessarily an imperial princess. It could be a baron or marquiss house. But, since when did the baron have a gilded house? Or maybe I am a prisoner? My father and mother were traitors of the empire so they were put to death? Then, the imperial knights took me to be raised as a slave?

I don't want to!!! I want to go home!!!

I was crying hard. But, what came out was the sound of a helpless little baby crying.

BRUAK!!!

The wide door opened hard. Seven heads appeared above me. Their faces looked foreign. But, obviously I know who they are. They must be this baby's family, right? And, because my soul is in this baby's body. That is, these 7 freaks are my family.

"Auristele, why are you crying?" A blond woman with a bead of blue eyes like a jewel was holding me.

The auristele? What's that weird name? How do I read it? Why not just Anastasia or Zeraphina or Rosette? Why Auristele?

"Is Ristel hungry?" A handsome man again gallantly blocked my tiny hand.

Five weird boys looking at me sadly.

What the fuck are they?!?!

Let me take a look. This baby was crying and these seven freaks came straight away. That is, this beautiful woman and handsome man are the parents of this baby. Then, 5 boys with this terrible look are their children as well as this baby brother. Which means, this king and queen have 6 children.

Wuah, I did not know to praise a strong queen giving birth to 6 heads or praise a king who was able to create a superior variety of seedlings. The point is, they're very diligent, yes.