"-rry Mom..."
"MISS Cynthia!"
He wakes up to the sound of two woman talking, or rather, a woman and a young girl. His last couple days have been a blur, but he did realize one thing, he was a baby, and he was pretty sure he was female.
"Quite the conundrum indeed, Guess I should refer to myself as female from now on, to not arouse suspicion."[1]she thinks to herself.[2]
The younger maid dashes out of the room and the older maid named Cynthia picks up the newborn pointing to a painting on the the wall of what looks like a pig holding a golden club in his hooves.
"That's your loving father, he commissioned a portrait when he found out you were being born, so that he could watch over you always."
"THAT'S MY FATHER?!?!"
Uncontrollably, Her little face scrunches into disgust at the thought of having to look at that man more than once, and her face doesn't go unnoticed, as the maid stares at the small child with shock, but being a professional, snaps back to a neutral face. She reaches up and touches the Childs head, checking her temperature thinking maybe the child felt unwell, but nothing out of the ordinary was found.
"Perhaps you're hungry."
At her mention of being hungry, she realized she was starving, she doesn't even remember ever eating since being born, but that couldn't be true.
"What have I been ea-"
Before she could finish her thought, the older maid sits down and pulls down on the neckline of her maid uniform. As fast as her little hands can move, she covers her eyes, she may have been a super cool, awesome guy who kicked butt all the time, but had one fatal weakness, women kind of freaked them out. Not in like a scared of women kind of way, but more of a don't want to scare them away way, to delicate to even look at, let alone touch. Before she even had time to process her thoughts, a sweet, delicate liquid filled her mouth, she didn't realize, but the instincts of the body she was trapped in took over and latched without giving her a say in the matter...
~5 Years Later~
For her fifth birthday she received many things, but one of her favorite was a journal that her Lady-In-Waiting Cynthia got her. Even in her past life she like to write her thoughts down, so being able to do so again made her happy.
"My name is Leona Draconis, and 5 Years have gone by since I was born, and I've realized something very early on in my life...My parents are never around, I've asked the servants where they went, and apparently my father spend all his time in the capital, I've seen my father a multitude of time, but only through the seemingly thousands of portraits that litter the walls, but they have been dealt with accordingly. Around the time I started being able to crawl, a mysterious fire took place in the hall with most of the paintings, and somehow the painting that was in my room also happened to be in that same hallway at the time of the fire...I heard my father was devastated to hear the news. The strangest thing is that I have never seen a photo of my mother, No one has outright said anything about it, but the way they dance around it, she may have died during childbirth."
Leona closes her journal and stores it away, she then rings a bell and almost as soon as she sets the bell down, a few maids rush in awaiting their orders.
"I wish to be changed it to easier to move in clothes, and be brought the the estate library."
Over the past couple years Leona had gotten quite use to ordering around her servants, and as strange as this child is, that stared talking full sentences before turning two, they have gotten use to it, and even seem to gossip about a genius being born into the family. The maids finish changing her clothes and help guide her to the estate library, a place she has spent much time in, and one of the most interesting facts she had learned was that while monsters and magic did exist, humans had no power over either.
Instead, humans grouped together and formed a large nation, wiping out most of the monster population and enslaving other races, and after a thousand or so years, the enslaved races where entirely bred out of existence, since humans have more dominant genes when it comes to making children. Leaving humans in this weird state of limbo where barely any human is fully human, and depending on how your genes are formed, you could get recessive genes from your ancestors. It weirdly seems like Nobility knew this, as most noble family's have the genes of greater races such as Elves, Dwarves, and Beast people, and according to the insignia on your family crest, it shows what race your ancestors enslaved and bred. Honestly cruel but makes things simple when at war, as it helps put you in the best possible position for your gene pool.
The family Leona was born into, The Draconis Dukedom, had the insignia of one of the greatest races to ever live, The DragonNewt, but as they had a low birthrate, especially once Humans started hunting them, they died out quickly, yet the strength of their genes is almost as strong as Humans, meaning that for a while, our ancestors had scales as strong as steel, making them great warriors. As the story goes, another strong gene was added into our genepool, believing that if the two could co-exist, it would make the greatest warrior clan ever known, that gene being Troll. With the Dragons tough scale and the Trolls regenerative ability, even if the scales were pierced it would grow back stronger, but what they failed to realize was that Troll genes where so strong, that it made both the Human and DragonNewt Genes Recessive, leading to not only unscaled, but most of the time, ugly as sin.
It seemed that she had gotten lucky though, and was born with a Human like recessive gene, since she didn't look like a troll, at least she didn't think she did. She looks herself up and down really quickly and sighs in relief.
"Still Cute."
Leona noticed small things about herself that wasn't the same as her previous life, like even though she thought she would hate wearing dresses, as long as it wasn't one of those ball gowns she had been forced to wear a couple times, she didn't mind it at all. She actually kind of liked getting dressed up all cute, and had kind of grown a bit of an ego when it came to her looks, which was the exact opposite of her past life.
Leona continues to study the books in front of her before finally getting interrupted by her Lady-In-Waiting Cynthia.
"Milady, it is time for your breakfast, and than off to classes."
If there was one thing Leona hated, it was those stupid classes on how to be a lady. It seems this world doesn't treat woman well, and their only job is to get married and have children, and to do that you have to attract a man, therefore, Classes on how to be a Lady. No matter how hard she tried, in her little 5 year old body, she couldn't fight off the ever growing army of maids who made her stay inside that godforsaken classroom, she had to submit.
"Fine..."
Leona closes the book gently, grabbing it, and tries to hurriedly leave with the book.
"Milady, I think you forgot to leave that here..."
A cold sweat begins to form on Leona's brow, for whatever reason, there is only one thing that frightens her, and that is this kindly old woman, something about the aura she lets out when scolding her makes her shiver to her very core. She slowly stops, sets the book down on a nearby table, and then runs out the door as fast as she can.
"DON'T RUN!"
She quickly stops in her tracks and slowly makes her way to the dining room, leaving Cynthia to clean up the Library.
[1] Italics now signifies thoughts of the main character, unless explicitly stated it is someone else.
[2] Will now be referring to Main character with female pronouns for duration of the story!