"Your highness, if I may be so bold... Did you... Did you perhaps hit your head...?" Your royal knight, Hayes inquired, perplexed, seeing you already awake, even reading a book with all the drapes opened.

He knew you to be — or atleast the owner of this body, the villainess, to be someone haughty, egotistical and lazy who has great indulgence to one's privilege.

A tad too confused why you seemed calm, coming to the conclusion that you may have suffered a concussion.