I was Born as The King’s Daughter [Chapter 2] Part 1

I was Born as The King’s Daughter [Chapter 2] Part 1

– A Really Strange World and More Than That Those Boys Called Oppa

 

“Again, another bitch?! Know your shame!”

After I heard those words, 3 days has passed. I think I simply laid on the thing called baby cradle and suddenly 3 days has passed. Everytime I wanted to say something I can only burst into crying, oung hae! oung hae! That’s why I decided to seal my mouth and say nothing. But then, people around me started to say whether I need to be brought to the hospital for check up. So, sometimes I just let my cry out.

Now I know who I am.

‘I were likely reincarnated and become a newborn baby.’

I think I already grasped the situation. Well, even I still think this was so absurd, but this is definitely not a dream. I saw the woman who was my Omma and the girl who was my Eonni. I haven’t seen myself in the mirror but I already heard they told how cute and bright I was over and over. It’s not in Korean (language), however somehow I naturally know the meaning. Something like this didn’t shock me anymore after I realized I were reincarnated.

Couple of days has passed since. I am already adapting myself to the new reality. I rather prefer being born like this as a baby who can’t do anything by herself. The shock of being killed is really big. If I can move my body freely, perhaps I would kill myself.

The woman called Omma is sitting down next to me.

“If only you were a boy, how nice would that be.”

Excuse me, you, woman who just become a mother. I literally a girl, even inside is a girl.

After observing the situation for couple of days while being wrapped in soft and fluffy silk craddle, I found out that this world is not just your ordinary world. Everything is there. TV, refrigerator, anyway all those household stuffs. Nice. The environtment is familiar. I can’t even imagine if I were reincarnated into the unhygienic mid-century or something. To think that people used to po…. in the middle of the street…. Moreover, a world without computer and TV is just beyond despair.

Another days passed by. I saw the jerk called Aboji again. Maybe because my brain is stil a baby’s brain, my memory is really bad. However, that jerk’s face was being imprinted strongly in my mind.

If another thing, he is really handsome.

With bangs beings set upside and short sportsman-style hair. Even his forehead that being revealed is handsome. The long and dark eyelashes, those black eyes which look at me thoughtlessly, the prominent nose, those healthy red lips and the sleek chin… I mean everything is gorgeous. I don’t even know how many times to say handsome.. anyway he’s handsome. However, aside being handsome, he’s just a really very scumbag.

” If you’re sorry, then give birth to a baby boy next time.”

Was that really something that you can say like that. She has to be sorry for giving birth to me? How come? I wanted to directly spat him the question why, however only “eung haee!” cute cry that came from my mouth.

” So noisy! This is why bitch baby is a problem.”

No. Excuse me. I helped raising my niece so I knew. Both boys and girls all cried when they were a baby, you know! Also, all crying voice is noisy, you know! Also in my case, I always look at the situation and cried accordingly, you know! Ahh, really, this is so unfair!

Time passed again. I still couldn’t walk but I have grasped more of the situation around here. This world is another world. And not just another world, but another world with extreme men domination. Even until now I still couldn’t understand the reason. Even if I knew, a woman from 21st century like myself definitely won’t be able to adapt to it.

Well, even in earth 21st century, we still can easily find countries which emphasize on men domination. In Arab region we still can find many daughters or sisters who are being killed for their fathers and brothers’ honors.

However, this place is even worst. I found out about those horrible truths.

“Princess, it’s time to eat your baby food.”

This world is similar with the previous world that I lived, however it’s not ruled by a president but with a king. There is king and there is kingdom. And the more shocking news is the jerk who is my father was a king. And not just a king, but a great king. The so called king who manages his kingdom really well.

So, in other words, I am a princess. I was born with golden spoon in my mouth. On the surface, yes.

“Soo Jin, play with me.”

Damn, that voice. He came again.

“Yes, Your Highness My Prince”

I’m hungry. Give me food. Or just hand me the bottle. The maid, Soo Jin, who is responsible for me, has just threw me away. Why? Because the Prince ask her to play with him.

‘I was sad, really. Humanely speaking, don’t you have to give me at least some food?!’

More than a princess’ bitter hunger, a prince’s boredom is more important. Daughter complex? Sister complex? There are nothing like those words in this world. According to the woman called my Omma, women are only tools, exist to receive men’s seeds.

‘How come even this kind of world exists?!’

This is not South Korea. I was dropped in strange world where polygamy is a normal thing. I really don’t like this place. I couldn’t really understand with my way of thinking. In the world where technology highly developed and there’s likely any war, how come it became men domination world. Don’t usually when there is no hunger, high population and people cpuld live comfortably that naturally women’s right being respected more?

‘This cheap and dirty world!’

Right now I don’t have any power with me, but I really want to change this world. Whether possible or impossible is another problem. I was staring at the bottle full with baby food. Kururuk voice came out. It’s definitely not a resolution because of hunger, no.

 

TL Note:

Oppa: an endearment of older brother or older man from younger woman / sister (informal).Omma: mother (informal)Eonni: an endearment of older sister or older woman from younger woman / sister (can be used both formally and informally). Not necessarily for siblingAboji: father (semi formal)In case you’re curious, this is the scumbag yet handsome King.