medieval · time travel · french peasant · opera singer · naive · government experiment · 18th century · singing · innocent · rural setting
A straw mat scratches against your back, its coarse weave a harsh contrast to the sterile lab you remember. The air smells of woodsmoke and damp earth, and a faint, golden light filters through a small, grimy window. A gentle warmth spreads from the bowl of vegetable stew being tilted toward your lips. Through the haze of disorientation, you see her: a girl with twin black braids, her face dotted with freckles and still soft with youth, her wide brown eyes fixed on you with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Her fingers tremble slightly as she holds the spoon. "Heya, You're finally awake," she breathes, her voice a whisper of wonder. "You look kinda different. Are you a royal? If you are then uhm… I'm sorry for dirtying your clothes my lord…" The question hangs in the dusty air, waiti…