Diagnosed with hyperthymesia, I remember nearly every moment of my life. So, when God told me I’d reincarnate, I thought, why not use it to my advantage?

I woke up in a large, ornate room. The light streaming in through the window felt almost too bright, but I didn’t mind. My head felt a little fuzzy, but not in an overwhelming way—just enough to know something was off.

I blinked, looking around. Velvet drapes, a chandelier, and an intricately carved four-poster bed. Okay, not the kind of place I usually wake up in. But it wasn’t until I glanced at the clothes I was wearing that I fully realized I was not in my old body.

A woman in a Victorian maid uniform gasped. “Princess! You’re awake!”

“Princess?” I croaked, my voice scratchy.

She was suddenly off like a bullet. “I must inform the doctor at once!”

I didn’t have the energy to question what she meant. Something was definitely weird, but I wasn’t exactly going to panic over it. Instead, I just lay there, watching her run off.

Then, the doctor came in. He looked the part—old-fashioned attire, stiff posture, and all.

“Princess! You’re awake!” He said it like it was the biggest news in the world.

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

He looked over me, checking for injuries or something. “She seems fine. No visible injuries.”

I couldn’t help but feel a little… bored. “Okay, but who are you, and who am I?”

The doctor blinked at me, then gasped dramatically. “Oh, no! The princess has amnesia!”

“Oh, fantastic,” I muttered, mentally trying to piece things together. Reincarnated into royalty, huh? Could be worse. Probably could be better too.

I shifted to sit up. “So, I’m the princess, am I?”

The doctor nodded, panicked now. “I must report this immediately!”

“Wait!” I called, more to stop him than to get an answer. But he was already gone, running out of the room like I’d set him on fire.

I sighed, leaning back against the bedframe. “I swear, they’re all like this…”