Survive the throne

By Bikash Paul

Sometimes a woman wants to take and start all over again. Usually, everything ends with the fact that the upset lady simply dyes her hair a different color or, in extreme cases, changes her job. But sometimes the desire for change leads to the fact that she can literally go to another world. This happened to the main character of the book "Survive the throne." Although she did not want such global changes.

Alisa Kirova is twenty-five years old. The favorite work of the architect and no less beloved husband Matvey. The latter lets her down, dragging some cute young girl into his bed. In a rage, Alice demanded that the infidel get out, and she went for a walk down the street and calm down. While walking in the park, she heard the screams of an elderly woman who had been molested by bullies. The girl protected her from them. In gratitude, the stranger decided to give Alice a new life.

Kirova woke up in another world and in an unfamiliar body. Now she's Asa Alicia. Six months ago, her parents died, and now she is the direct heir to the throne of the local kingdom. Now it is occupied by her brother. About three months ago, assassination attempts began on Ace. As a result of one of them, the real Alicia moved into Alice's body, and she became her. Now, as the court magician says, the girl has only a month to find those who encroach on her life, take the throne, and even at the same time find a decent husband. Otherwise, she will never return home and will remain in this body.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bikash41
• Release date: Sep 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9791221396027

Book preview

Chapter first

Yet the jokes are not made up out of nowhere. It is not for nothing that they usually begin about adultery: somehow the spouse returns unexpectedly from a business trip .... Only in my case I returned. And not from a business trip, but from parents who live in a neighboring city. And not to her husband, but to the groom, with whom they had been living together for seven months.

For seven months I walked with blinkers over my eyes, like an obedient horse. And now they've been ripped off me. And I stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the bare back of the one with whom I was going to live my life in love and harmony. Such a familiar back, with three moles on the lower back.

The Blessed One was working on some girl. From my vantage point, I could only see two raised legs with a red pedicure. And the way she curled her fingers. I also heard squeals.

Time passed, the couple did not notice me. I had to cough and say so loudly:

- Well, a pure cat is crushed in the spring.

My phrase had a good effect. The couple first froze, and then literally scattered into the corners.

- In one corner of the ring, Matvey with a bare ass. I commented in a nasal voice. "But he doesn’t seem to be in such a fighting mood anymore. In the other, a stranger with her breasts at the ready.

- Who is this?! - the stranger squealed on the ultrasound. "Matthew, did you say…

- I'm a judge. - told her. Matthew says a lot. He told me that he would play Imaginarum with friends. Plays well, I see.

- Alice...

— Bingo! I raised my thumb. You remembered the name of your bride! Bravo!

Inside, I was already shaking with the desire to smash everything to hell here. This brute was fucking with someone else's woman on our bed! On linen that I chose myself!

- Go away! I pointed at the girl. - I can hardly control myself. I'll count to three, and then I'll start pulling your hair out.

- Matvey, you didn't say anything about the bride!

- Yes I…

"You didn’t tell her your biography?!

Alice, stop laughing.

"Honey, I'm going to go...

- Not! I barked, causing the two to shut up. - I'll go. And when I return, so that both of you are not here. Matvey, I remind you: we are renting an apartment in my name, so if you try not to let me in, I will call the landlady.

My now ex-fiance gulped. He lived in this apartment on the rights of a bird, so he definitely could not kick me out. Here's an idiot! Well, how did it occur to you to change where you live? I shit in my own nest!

I turned around and walked out of the apartment in a stunned silence. I'll give them an hour. In the meantime, I’ll sit on a bench, on a playground, think about the meaning of life and mentally castrate Matvey. It’s good that my bag is not heavy, I’m used to traveling light.

The night was so… summery and warm. The playground, where there was always a squeal during the day, now dozed under the light of a couple of lanterns. Round carousel, originally from the Soviet era, swing. an iron slide and a sandbox where someone's forgotten bucket lay. Well, benches, of course.

I also sat here because the windows of our—now mine—apartment faced the other way. There is nothing to look at me, lonely.

There was no wind, but the swing swayed slightly. Back and forth, creak-creak. I glanced at them and shrugged. Sorry, but I don't believe in poltergeists. Life is full of other truly scary things.

The swing fell silent, apparently, they realized that they couldn’t get me through. I sat with my chin resting on my palm and looked around. High-rise buildings, luminous windows, somewhere the sound of a siren and the barking of dogs. Habitually, measuredly, somehow not very much.

But in school I dreamed of doing something incredible! For example, dig up an unexplored tomb in Egypt, find Atlantis, or invent a cure for all diseases. In principle, standard dreams.

She yawned and blinked properly. I didn’t feel like sleeping, adrenaline was seething in my blood and I was thirsting for the blood of the former. I wonder if he would crap himself if I showed him a toy from his dad? My dad is still a joker. I don’t have a permit to carry weapons with me, so he gave me a lighter pistol. It looks indistinguishable from the real thing. Well, he taught self-defense techniques how to survive in the forest, with a nuclear strike. Yes, yes, military daddy dreamed of a son. But I decided that my daughter is also nothing, amenable to education.

Then the ear caught something that escaped from the peaceful evening, which almost turned into night. In the already thick twilight voices were heard: drunken, impudent, however, every now and then letting the rooster.

- Come on, sheep, move, move your hooves.

- I'll kill her now!

And the frightened voice of an obviously elderly woman:

— Oh, fathers, now, now.

Yes, what is it?

At that moment, apparently, adrenaline eclipsed sanity. Because I almost tiptoed to the corner of the house and cautiously looked out. Well, it is: two milksops decided that an elderly woman is a great chance to become richer by a couple of thousand. Well, why, huh?

I sighed and walked around the corner. She asked loudly:

Problems guys?

- Wali, skin. the taller one, with puppy dog hair above his lip, reacted instantly. In the yellowish light of the lantern, his complexion did not seem very healthy. Well, who pulled me by the tongue? Are your problems missing? With a sigh, I pointed the lighter at him, which flashed with such a menacing reflection and said:

"I’m counting to three, goats. Once…. two.

- Ept! - only the goats said, after which they turned around and together fled somewhere into the summer darkness.

- Lucky. I commented. Woman, how are you? You live far away?

She wasn't that old after all. Aged, yes, but his eyes shone with youthful enthusiasm. And there was something strange about them, something incomprehensible.

- I live far away. she said. Thank you girl, you are brave.

- I'm a fool. - told her. - Can you call a taxi?

- So I'll get there. The stranger waved her hand. In the other, she held such a bulky bag with shiny clasps. It is understandable why the guys decided to stick to her.

- Well then, good luck to you. I wished and turned around to go back to the playground. I'll sit for another twenty minutes and go check the apartment. If anything, you will have to force uninvited guests to expose.

- Stop, girl. heard from behind.

I turned around and shuddered. The stranger was standing very close, how did it happen? And again, something strange in her appearance, causing shivers down her back and goosebumps. Maybe it's just cold outside though.

Not everyone here will help an outsider.

- You just go to the stop. advised her.

- I want to thank you.

— Not worth it.

— No, I can't remain due. I see in your heart the desire to change everything. Your nature is cramped here.

Gypsy or what? thought flashed. Well, that's how it always is, you help, and they try to tell you fortune. No, it's time to run away home and kick Matvey out with sweethearts.

- I will help you. - continued the stranger, from whom I was already beginning to back away. I will give you a new life.

With these words, she touched me with her hand. And I suddenly realized what was strange in her appearance: her eyes. Their color is constantly changing. And now they are completely black. Before the head became empty, something rang, and I flew somewhere.

And flew ... flew ... flew ...

Chapter Two

You have to be so tired that you don't remember what day it is. Monday…Saturday? Why is the alarm clock silent? I overslept? Damn, I don’t remember, it’s like a piece was cut out of memory. I tossed and groped for my cell phone.

He was absent.

As well as the bedside table, where the phone, book, keys and knitted Jasik were always lying around - my talisman for good luck.

Now I remembered that I kicked out Matvey. More precisely, she caught him with a girl and told him to get out. But I don't remember how I got home.

And am I at home?

I opened my eyes, not knowing what to expect. I don't remember how I ended up at home. The last thing imprinted in my memory: a strange stranger and her words: I will give you a new life. After that, failure.

And now I'm here, it's not clear where and it's not clear how I found myself. She carefully sat down, continuing to look around and realize that her eyes were getting bigger. Looks like someone hasn't woken up yet.

Looks like someone needs to be pinched.

No sooner said than done. But a pinch just below the elbow brought only a sharp pain. I mean, I didn't sleep.

Is this how I start a new life? - was all she could say.

The phrase sounded too literal. I could still understand and accept if Matvey took all things out of the apartment, including furniture. I could come to terms with the fact of waking up at the train station in the company of joyful homeless people. I was even ready to believe in amnesia due to a blow to the head.

But the reality has surpassed all expectations.

Probably even the most VIP bedroom did not look so luxurious ... and cloying. I had a persistent feeling that I overate cotton candy. And also that a unicorn in rainbows is about to enter the room. And litter here with roses.

- Ay. she spoke in a whisper.

In response, silence, and then the head was squeezed like a hoop. So, she could not stand it and grabbed her whiskey.

Aryl Bardolph. Go to him."

- M-m-ma-a-a-at. I moaned. - Not so loud.

Aryl Bardolof. Go to him."

- Good good!

The voice trailed off, the head dropped. Did I go crazy and end up in a private mental hospital? No, even if it were true for a moment, such rooms would not exist there. It's more like an apartment in a palace. In the pink palace of Barbie.

I jumped at the creak of the door and covered myself with a blanket.

- Asa Alicia, good morning!

I looked around. Is this girl talking to me? And why is she wearing a suit like a real roleplayer? A long dress, but without sleeves, thin gloves, hair hidden under a bright cap, embroidered with an incomprehensible pattern.

I'll prepare your morning bath, Eisa Alicia.

Yes, it still appeals to me. I nodded briefly, silently just in case. And she diligently pinched her hand under the covers. But the pain convinced me more and more: I do not sleep.

Now I’ll send you to help you get dressed.

As soon as the doors closed, I flew out of bed. So, take a quick look outside. Urgently! My heart was pounding so hard it hurt in my chest. A few steps to thick dark pink curtains took exactly centuries. Time slowed down as I pulled back the curtain.

- Yes, how ...

The words ran out, as did the air. For a couple of seconds, I just opened and closed my mouth until I breathed again. With wheezing and cursing.

It is impossible to believe, but something incredible was opening before me. Not my city. Why, not a single city on Earth could boast of such a place.

Outside the windows stretched an ideal park. Smooth snow-white paths between figured flower beds, on which flowers were full of flowers. The crowns of the trees were given the perfect shape of a ball, and the bushes were trimmed in the form of unprecedented animals.

But all this can still be digested. And how to explain that in the bright blue sky, instead of the usual sun, two shone, but smaller. Why the shadows lay a little different, the light seemed more… golden or something. Don't know. I immediately jumped and came to the conclusion that gravity is the same as on Earth. So, where am I anyway?

And what in general? Now I'm just focusing on the clothes. Usually I went to bed either in a long T-shirt, or in a T-shirt and shorts. But never in such a snow-white-pink disgrace. Everything is ruffled, thin, impractical.

And the body...

- Mother! — already on the verge of hysteria, I moaned, looking around.

Mirror! It was found on the other side of the bed. Huge, in a snow-white frame, on which someone gifted painted dancing silhouettes of girls with pink paint. With one jump I found myself at his place, looked in ...

- Eshkin ko-o-o-o-ot! - probably, my scream was heard outside the palace, or where I ended up there. The rest of the expressions were already pronounced more quietly. And she herself looked in the mirror and touched her cheeks, hair, nose, chest. I tried to realize that I was in the mirror.

And yet it's not me. Her hair now reached her waist, lay in large rings and acquired a caramel color. The skin lost its tan, and the face ... the face, if it resembled mine, it was very, very remotely. The stranger who looked at me did not look like a classical beauty, but the innate aristocracy in her was immediately felt. Her eyes were dark green, and her lips were a little plumper than mine. In general, I now looked like a stranger, five years younger and terribly spoiled.

- Asa Alicia, everything is ready.

Again the same girl. I turned to her, apparently, my look slightly alarmed her. She stopped smiling and leaned forward a little.

Something happened, ace?

— Aryl Bardolph. I muttered. - I need him.

Asa, do you want that s-sorcerer?

Witch? I hiccupped and just nodded just in case. And then, just in case, she pointed her finger at the door.

"He will be here soon. Asa, the bath is ready.

I wouldn't mind a cold shower right now. And what about the sewerage and other amenities? Is there a toilet or am I going to have to hustle over some hole full of flies?

I followed the girl through the door opposite. It almost blended into the pale pink wall. And behind it was a huge room full of fragrant steam. He smelled of roses, oranges, something else, very delicate. And in the center of the room was a bathtub recessed into the floor. More precisely, a small pool full of snow-white and pink bubbles. They burst and then tender aromas escaped.

It seems that I, too, will soon start to shit like a rainbow from so many cute things around.

The floor underfoot was warm, paved with dark pink tiles. An impressive pile of towels, a lot of bubbles of different sizes and colors, settled on a small hill. And there were also three girls standing there, wearing only very short white tunics and caps.

Asa, enjoy your bath. With these words, the one who brought me left.

Well, she said it out loud. For now, all I could do was hold back the questions and the rising tantrum. Where is this Aryl, is he a sorcerer or who is there? He will come and pin him to the wall, I will not let him go until he explains everything.

While standing in a stupor, I was already surrounded by maid girls. At the first attempt to take off my peignoir, I jumped back a good meter.

Excuse me, ace, the maid bowed instantly. "Sorry if I made you feel bad.

- Step back. I ordered.

Others have not undressed me yet. Looking sideways at the maidservants, frozen in indecision, I myself took off my clothes. And she climbed into the warm water. Bubbles pleasantly tickled the body, the aroma turned the head, enveloping.

He circled harder... harder. I suddenly realized that the smell had a strange aftertaste, too sweet, too cloying. And the air suddenly turned into jelly. I helplessly grabbed him with my mouth once ... twice, realizing that I was going under water. She tried to wave her hands, call for help, but for some reason she could not scream. And the vision began to swim, the faces of the maids that backed up to the doors turned into pale spots.

Already falling into the darkness smelling of sweetness, I managed to hear a noise, a roar and a sharp male voice. And then I passed out with the lazy thought that my strange journey might have come to an end.

Chapter Three

Where did I get the virus? My head cracked, my bones ached and, on the whole, I felt full, as if I had been lying in bed for more than one week, and even with a high temperature. Otherwise, why did you have an idiotic dream about another world?

I opened my eyes, dreaming of getting to a bottle of mineral water, a tap, or just a puddle. The throat was dry, it seemed that even cracks had formed there.

Slightly rolled over and coughed. And how do you get to the kitchen now?

— Woke up? Excellent! Yet Eisa has a strong body.

The eyes popped open on their own.

- Fuck!

Above your head is the already familiar ceiling with idiotic drawings of white and pink tones, with gilding. And the bed is the same, endless, full of pillows, light blankets and the finest linen.

- Calm down and lie down. said the same voice. One more day and you'll be fine.

Hey… huh! I coughed again.

A narrow, long glass of water appeared in front of his face. I looked at him stupidly, looked up. The glass was held by a man's hand, swarthy, with long fingers and a strong wrist. Then began the sleeve of the black robe. And a little higher I saw a face. Male. Very dissatisfied.

- Drink. demanded the stranger. "They tried to poison you. Again.

The glass was not water, but a drink with a sour taste. After that, I was completely reborn. She leaned back on the pillows and asked again.

- Again? Who are you?

— Aril Baldorf, a sorcerer of the highest category, the owner of magic forbidden in these lands. What else... oh yes, your father's debtor, who sadly passed away. By the laws of this kingdom, now I am in your debt, ace.

He had a very tanned and predatory face, with sharp features and a straight nose. And black hair tied in a ponytail and squinted eyes of a strange golden color.

— Sorcerer? I giggled, realizing that I was losing my mind.

Aril rubbed his forehead with a look as if he was already tired of talking to me.

"I already wished Ervina to burn in the flames of Herios, I wish it again. So, I say, you are silent. Questions later. Why are you shaking your head?

I'm looking for cameras. I confessed. - Well, like a reality show and all that. True, I did not give permission to shoot and ...

"I don’t understand what you mean, ace. For starters, what's your name. Real name.

— Alice. Alisa Kirova, twenty-five years old, working as an architect, recently broke up with her boyfriend. And I don't understand what the hell is going on here.

- Well, Ervina approached the matter, even picked up with a similar name. This will make it easier to get used to.

- For what?!

- Shut up!

Aryl did not seem to raise his voice, but I suddenly became obediently silent.

- Excellent. - said this ... sorcerer. When a woman is silent, she is perfect. So, girl, you're in serious trouble. And you owe Erwin thanks for them. She is our ace Alicia as a nanny, friend, second mother. She will kill for her child without hesitation. But she is not a powerful witch, she does not even have the blood of other races. So, a little conjures, can impose protection, but that's all. Six months ago, Aesa Alicia's parents died: our ruling aces. And Alicia became the direct heir to the throne. In a month she will be twenty-one years old, by our standards this is the age when they take the throne. So far, it is occupied by the brother of the late Ace. And three months ago, assassination attempts began on Alicia. You just experienced one of them. Questions?

- This is not a performance?

"Your words are not always clear to me, Alice. This is all really happening. Ervina took advantage of Alicia's right to claim my debt instead of her father. She decided to find a strong girl in another world, whose consciousness I should transfer to Alicia's body.

- Why?! I'm not strong! I can't even kill a cockroach!

"You talk a lot of strange nonsense. If Ervina chose you, then there was a reason. Now you have to hold out for a month, not let yourself be killed, sit on the throne and before that find yourself a husband.

With these words Aryl snapped his fingers. The armchair by the window was right next to the bed. And the sorcerer settled down in it, stretching out his long legs. I noticed that in addition to black, silver tones flashed in his clothes.

- Good set. I mumbled. - In that order?

The faint hope that all this was a hoax was rapidly melting away. Take the same chair...

Here I could not stand it. Under Arila's slightly bewildered gaze, she stood up and, despite the fact that I was swaying slightly, walked around the chair. And the sorcerer who sat in it. She sat down, ran her hands under the seat, on the sides.

- What are you doing? sounded overhead.

— Looking for an invisible wire. she puffed in response. Somehow the chair was moving.

Aryl snorted, and then... then I suddenly realized that I was sitting on my butt and staring dumbfounded at the ceiling. And the chair is already flying over me, along with the sorcerer.

- Mother…

More like magic. Ariel replied.

The chair slowly and somehow majestically sank to the floor. I continued to sit and understood that I would have to digest all this for a very long time.

There is no magic in your world. Ariel sighed.

And I felt like an uneducated peasant woman. It remains to sniff his nose and wipe it with his sleeve.

— And now what?

Ariel shrugged. It felt like the last thing he wanted to do was help me.

— Survive, girl, I will help you. And then I'll send it back.

I continued to sit on the floor. And she began to bend her fingers, listing the problems.

"So, I am the princess who is about to receive the crown. They are attempting on me, I need to find a husband and try to find out who I am bothering. There is magic here, and I have a higher education and training in post-nuclear survival.

Then she caught the sorcerer's eye and waved her hand.

- My dad is in the military. He has his chills. So I can stuff the face of a not too strong opponent, light a fire in the rain and without a lighter, survive in the forest and her bunch of things. Hmmm ... my chances tend to zero.

- Yes. I doubt you'll need those skills here.

"I still know how to survive a zombie apocalypse. She said in a hopeless tone.

- Did you check?

- Not. Do you have zombies?

No, Ariel shook his head. "The Necros are keeping a close eye on this. So I don't think you'll need that talent either.

Let's just say he has a sense of humor. Dark, like his attire.

Then we’ll deal with problems as they come up.

I then glanced at Aryl and asked:

If I am a princess, and even sick, then why aren’t healers and anxious close ones crowding around my bed? Where are the candidates for grooms with lace handkerchiefs?

- I kicked everyone out.

- So there were handkerchiefs ?!

There were doctors. Ariel explained patiently. "But I used the right of the chief sorcerer of the kingdom. And put everyone out. So now there are fifteen people outside your door. They would also eavesdrop, but the canopy of silence works well.

I rubbed my chin and looked at the door with a different look. Perhaps among those crowding behind her was the one who tried to kill me. Or that one. By the way, yes, it is believed that women are most often poisoners.

Should I go to them?

- I'll go to them. Aryl sighed. - I will say that the princess will sleep and by the evening she will get up completely healthy. And then I'll come back and take care of your chambers.

- Why? I got worried.

"I want to make sure that no one gets through to you at night. I can't just be here all day. And you can ask me any questions.

- I have one question. I muttered. When will this madhouse end?

- It hasn't started yet.

I managed to see a smirk on his face and almost hissed. Well, yes, he is not in danger of being poisoned, or stabbed, or whatever else they can come up with.

Still want to eat. My stomach growled, as if in response to my thoughts. Ariel immediately reacted. Apparently, he was asked to keep me healthy. All for the sake of some princess, her mother, and her kingdom. She is now in my apartment, with her nanny, and I am here.

- Get into bed. Ariel commanded. - They'll bring you everything. And pretend to be sick, you're too ruddy.

I silently jumped under the covers, wrapped them up to my ears and closed my eyes. So, to watch everything through the eyelashes. I watched, and thoughts jumped in my head so that my temples already hurt. Or is it from a failed poisoning?

While diligently pretending to be asleep, I watched as Aril returned with two maids. They rolled in a carved table on wheels, quickly arranged everything, and left almost at a run. It seems that the sorcerer is afraid here.

The doors closed again.

- There is filed. Ariel's voice sounded slightly mocking. "It seems like now someone wants you to burst.

You mean a lot of food?

"I mean, they put one potion in the