The Romance Seru
I became a Princess?

"He's up! The potion seemed to be really powerful!"

Jill heard the noise around her. As he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that he was not in his room.  His nose also smelled a strong spice smell and he had never encountered it before.

Jill tried to wake up from her sleep, but her whole body felt stiff. It was as if his arms and waist were unwilling to obey him. 'What's this like to be paralyzed?' Panic began to take hold of him, but no sound came out of his throat other than a raucous groan.

"Lying down, Princess, your body still cannot be moved. You must be shocked, calm down this is all normal," a middle-aged man whispered to him. Jill glanced at the man, for the size of the aged man, his clothing style was a bit strange and exposed the skin too much. He was acting like a doctor or some kind of healer.

Jill tried hard to remember, she was sure that she was asleep as usual in her apartment last night. And now he woke up in a room that was foreign and scented with herbs. There was no illumination other than the sunlight pouring in from the wide cracks in the walls. His back hurt because of the hard bed. Obviously he wasn't sleeping on his comfortable spring bed.

Is this some kind of prank show on television? The producers are so outrageous to make jokes like this. After all, she is the popular actress Jill Adelaide whose name was yesterday nominated for an oscar! The furious Jill promises to get the producers, including her manager, to let this happen to her.

A few minutes later, Jill was able to lift her right arm. It seems like his body is recovering. He wanted to get away from the place immediately, the strange old man was now muttering something. His wrinkled hands seemed to stir something rotten and dark in his bowl of wagons.

"Where am I?" Jill was shocked herself after saying so. He heard a foreign-language sentence just slide out of his mouth. What he thinks about what he says is different.

Did the producers pick something up in the drink? Maybe some kind of drug or psychiatric drug that creates delusions and makes his speech messed up? That's what Jill thought.

"You are your palace Princess, you have been asleep for 9 days and everyone is very worried." Jill was told by a young woman dressed in a simple thin dress that seemed to be just wrapped around like a scarf. Jill remembers seeing such fashion in ancient Greek paintings.

Jill only realized, the young woman who seemed to act as her servant spoke in a foreign language. Somehow Jill can understand. It seems to be Greek. Jill concluded that the prank event was set in ancient Greece.

Although not as accurate as the general picture recorded in the maestro's paintings of ancient Greece, Jill admitted the show's producers were serious about working on the setting.

The woman was now able to sit down and her head was immediately busy moving to study. He was in a large stone-walled room. There were no lights attached, but there were candle containers scattered in several places. Jill knows the smell, it's beeswax, Jill used to burn beeswax for aromatherapy. But it seems like the candles were made manually without being printed, the shape and size are irregular.

"Where's Matthew? Get her!" Jill shouted out the name of her manager. A foreign language came out of his mouth. Jill realized it was Greek. Jill felt a strange horror, as if she were a different person. Because even the voice she heard was different from the voice Jill was familiar with.

"Who is Matthew the Princess?" the young lady tilted her head.

"Your Majesty is confused, this drink will make it better." Jill saw the 'Tabib' was approaching carrying a pottery bowl. The disgusting potion he had stirred with his wrinkled bare hands earlier would apparently be minimized on Jill.

"No! I don't want to! I'll sue you all!" Jill really felt nauseous. He leaned over while holding his stomach, his muscular diaphragm forcing him to squeeze the contents of his stomach out through his esophagus. But there was nothing he could spit out.

The middle-aged man with a thoughtful gaze was shedding tears haru. He was wearing a robe and leather armor, a sword attached to his iron belt. Jill just looked at him confused until a sudden headache hit her.

"Ouch! Ow hell! So sick! Help me!" Jill screamed without a hiccup. He rolled around on that hard bed while curled up holding his head. A loud buzzing sound covered around his ears. It sounded like a swarm of bees swarming and about to attack him. But his form is gone. After a few seconds Jill struggled she fainted.

***

Jill awakens a second time in a place that is unfamiliar to her. But this time he was calmer and felt more sane. The bitter taste was in his mouth. Apparently the old healer had actually been suffocating him with that loathsome potion when he was unconscious earlier.

His body felt lighter, he got off his bed. He is now in a better room, his bed is quite soft, and has good ventilation. He did not feel angry or cold. Jill saw some beeswax lit up signifying the night time had come.

"My daughter, are you awake? How's your headache?" The man in armor that he had last seen asked worriedly. Jill did not answer. It might be better if he followed their scenario alone. Jill guessed the dashing man played his father. Beside her was a beautiful woman who seemed to be playing the role of her mother.

"My news is good, Father." Jill answered gracefully. The girl guessed when the host would show up and end this prank?

Jill just realized, if this is a television prank show there must be a camera. Jill is worried that her performance and makeup are bad so that it will invite protests from her fans.

"Where is the mirror?" Jill whispered to the young lady earlier who seemed to be keeping her company.

Some of the servants were seen rushing off to execute his request. Jill then looked again at the King and Queen who looked sad. Jill was confused, wasn't their child conscious? Why do they act sad?

Instantly after the servants returned with a large mirror, Jill immediately stared in surprise when she saw his reflection. Then the Queen began to wail.

"Portie... Oh Portia's.. Look at you as beautiful as Aphrodite, your long silvery blonde hair, and your graceful footsteps.. From wherever you are, you are the most beautiful princess in Greece.. But why is your destiny so unfortunate?" The queen was crying to the floor.

Jill's soul was shaken, where was her straight black hair? Where is the face she was born with? What Jill saw in the mirror was another female figure, who although prettier than Jill but she was not Jill!

"I promised to hand him over to my Queen. If we break it he may destroy Sparta and kill thousands of innocent souls" the man called the King of Sparta lamented.

"What are you saying? Why are you crying like that? What's with my body? Did you guys do plastic surgery on me?" Jill was crying, but her crying was the cry of wrath. What have they done to him? Do they want to ruin Jill Adelaide's career until it turns out like this? Various theories raged in his brain.

"Pacify yourself, my daughter, today we will be with you all night. You must prepare your heart, tomorrow evening the messenger of Olympus will pick you up. Take you away as the bride of the God Ares," The King explained again in a desperate tone.