Transmigrated into a reversed world

Cyra walked back to the bed feeling tired. She laid on it, looking at the ceiling, feeling lost -she would not see her family ever again. Sigh ~

*ding*

She turned, looking for the sound, and she saw a glass phone dinging with notification. Picking up the phone, she looked at it, wondering how they made it glass-like.

She opened her password from her memories,scrolled, checking the phone apps, and saw they had the same functions as back on earth.

''We bring you from Solara kingdom. The fifth princess, fortunately, survived from her drowning incident. We, the citizens of Solara Kingdom, wish her steady recovery.'' Cyra saw in headlines on social media.

She surfed through the internet, seeing news and gossip about celebrities or influencers. She browsed through the information about the world Arcadia, which has a long millennium history of different creatures on it, but they all went extinct due to reasons unknown, leaving the soul beast people. She was surprised these worlds once had; demons, angels, gods, goddesses, vampires and the rest of the unknown beast and chaos-independent worlds. This world was ten times began than the earth she lived in, and the people here have not explored all of it.

she watched the movies back on Earth, not knowing they once existed in this world's history. The soul beast people, who were the weakest of them survived through the hands of time.

she yawned, checking the time, and paused when she noticed they had an additional hour to their time, making the nights longer. Now it's 5:30, thirty more minutes too night. She dropped her phone, closing her eyes, feeling sleepy and tired.

***

Cyra woke up, feeling well-rested. She checked the time and saw it was 10 at night, and her stomach groaned from hunger. She walked out of the room after putting on a t-shirt and shorts. She didn't remember when she pulled all her clothes off. It was so comfortable to sleep naked - feeling the air caress your skin. She straightened her auburn hair and walked out of the room.

She looked at the well-lit, spacious hallway, and the polished marble floors extended throughout with artwork lines on the walls, showcasing a mix of contemporary pieces and historical portraits, creating a gallery-like ambience.

Her jaws were slacked in awe at such magnificent designs, so she decided to tour through the castle. She took an elevator down. She walked into the living room and stopped in her tracks as she admired the beauty in front of her.

The living room had a high ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows, offering panoramic views of the castle grounds. Plush, sofas and armchairs are arranged around a sleek, modern fireplace. Her stomach groaned loudly; she was too hungry to admire the beauty in front of her. She needs food ASAP.

She walked to the dining room, sat on an upholstered chair, and rang the bell, which informed the kitchen to prepare food for her.

While she was waiting, she saw an elegant graceful middle-aged woman in blue suit walk out. She was exuded a sense of superiority and power. Cyra knew instantly that was her mother, Her Majesty Ingrid, the rural of Solara kingdom.

''Greeting, Mother.'' Cyra bowed in the customary manner as she assessed her mother, looking at her carefully.

''Sit,'' the queen looked at her child, and concern flashed in her eyes, but it was gone in minutes. Her face was expressionless she sat down ringing the bells for food.

Cyra sat awkwardly, feeling stiff in her presence. She prayed for the food to be served faster and that she would be able to digest it. As if her prayers were answered, the food came.

She drooled, swallowing down her saliva. It was a seafood extravaganza, including lobster tail served with drawn butter, Alaskan king crab legs, and seared scallops, accompanied by a crisp white wine. It was like a seafood banquet.

She ate gracefully with manner, thank God she was trained in etiquette, or she would embarrass herself.

Both Ingrid and Cyra are the food without any conversation. Cyra felt satisfied and too lazy to get up. Her awkwardness faded a while ago. She looked kindly to her mother, feeling lucky to reincarnate into a royal family.

Ingrid looked at her peaceful daughter and inquired in a normal tone,

"Have your husbands come to check up on you?" Cyra choked on the wine she was drinking and thought with fear and horror,

'She is married already...'