All Chapters of Transmigrated seven days before the Apocalypse : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Ashley’s POV At this point, I was done. I turned toward the old woman with a polite smile, pretending to return my attention to the book in my hands. “Well, thank you for the interesting conversation, ma’am.” “You’re welcome, child.” I nodded and lowered my gaze to the page. I wasn’t sure whether she was a few screws short or simply enjoyed messing with unsuspecting strangers, but I had no intention of spending the next few hours entertaining her nonsense. Besides, I had more important things to worry about. Like finishing my book. Or so I told myself. I stared at the same paragraph for several minutes without absorbing a single word. Eventually, I gave up. I closed the book, and reached for my phone. A few minutes later, I glanced sideways and found the old woman fast asleep, her head tilted against the seat and her hands folded peacefully over her handbag. Finally! I waited another minute to make sure she was truly asleep before grabbing the book. I unfastened my seat be

Ashley’s POV “Where are you?” the woman asked, disbelief creeping into her voice. I slowly walked toward her, each step feeling strangely deliberate. The closer I got, the more the scene around me seemed more vivid. This was beginning to feel real. Far too real. My eyes darted around the compound, searching desperately for anything that might make sense. Instead, my stomach tightened. The ground beneath my feet was sandy, the grains shifting beneath my shoes with every step. Several small, boxlike houses surrounded the compound, their walls pieced together from rough wooden planks and dried materials. Dim, yellowish light flickered through the gaps in the walls. Wooden posts stood at different corners, supporting hanging lanterns that swayed gently in the night breeze. Shadows moved between the buildings, people walking, talking, carrying baskets and bundles. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a faint burst of laughter before it disappeared into the night. Everything looked old,

Ashley’s POVI walked through the castle gates, and the first thing that hit me was how magnificent everything looked from what I had imagined. Somewhere inside the castle, classical music floated through the open doors. I swallowed, this was real, not a description on a page.I tightened my fingers around my clothe. The moment I entered the grand hall, I nearly stopped walking. It was packed. People stood in small groups, laughing and talking while others sat around beautifully decorated tables. Every single person was dressed as though they had stepped straight out of a historical painting.My eyes swept across the room, then they landed on him, Xavier. I froze for a second, the author had seriously undersold this man. His jaw was sharply chiseled, his light brown eyes were even more striking than I had imagined, and beneath his clothes was the kind of lean, solid build that made it obvious he wasn’t spending his days sitting around reading poetry.He wore a navy-blue ancient-style

Ashley’s POVSoon, I found myself being escorted to the palace by two guards, with Mrs. Spencer trailing behind us. I had vehemently refused to come.I had argued, protested, even planted my feet against the ground until the guards had to grab me by both arms and practically drag me along.Apparently, in this kingdom, being dragged to the king was considered a perfectly reasonable solution to someone refusing to cooperate.The moment we entered the throne room, the guards released me. I stumbled forward, catching myself before I hit the floor.My eyes immediately swept across the room. King Uthred sat on his throne, his expression hard and suspicious. A few elderly men sat along the sides of the hall, dressed in their elaborate robes. Court subjects, I assumed. And then my eyes landed on Xavier, he was seated not too far from me. His brows were drawn together, his eyes fixed on me with obvious concern.I swallowed. These were the very people who had connived with Aries to throw me, I