Thrown Into A New World: Let The Punishment Begin!

The next morning, Yvonne woke up when the door of her bedroom was being knocked on continuously.

'Who the heck is disturbing my peaceful sleep!?' She groggily rubbed her eyes and turned in the direction of the incessant knocks.

Before her mind could start functioning, she glanced at the windows and noticed that it was still dark outside.

'There better be a fire in the hose and they want everyone to evacuate!' She groaned as only that reason could justify being woken up at this ungodly hour where even the sun had not come up.

"Yes!" She snarled when the person outside the door just kept knocking without a moment's break.

The very next second, the door was pushed open and she gawked as Mrs. Jacinth walked inside with a large tray in her hand.

Yvonne was not curious about what the old maid carried into the room but she was wondering why the old woman had even come here at this hour.

"Time to get dressed, Young Miss." Mrs. Jacinth announced as she placed the tray on the dresser table and walked towards her bed.

Yvonne sat in a daze as her comfortable and warm sheets were yanked away from her grasp and she hurried to wrap her arms around herself to keep her body warm.

"Hurry up, Miss. We need to get dressed before your trainer arrives!" The nanny urged her lazy young miss to get on with the morning routine.

Hearing these words made Yvonne's groggy mind wake up instantly.

'That's right! I had forgotten that today is my first class!' She exclaimed and the excitement pumped up adrenaline in her brain.

She did not waste a second to loiter in bed and hopped off before rushing towards the bathroom.

Mrs. Jacinth smiled when she saw the enthusiastic response she received from her young miss and then followed after the child while shaking her head in indulgence.

Yvonne was quickly bathed and now her damp hair was being wiped as she sat in huge bathrobes in front of the mirror.

'I wonder what that is?' She peeked at the tray holding an unknown article that was covered by a black silk cloth.

The old maid noticed her keen eyes on the tray and then chuckled before letting her know what was underneath the covering.

"Those are the new clothes that Madam prepared for you, Young Miss." She disclosed and chuckled once again when she saw the look of surprise that had materialized on Yvonne's face.

The little girl did not wait any longer and leaned forward to take off the black cloth covering the tray.

Looking at the items on the tray, her eyes widened and then a brilliant smile appeared as her lips curved upwards.

The first rays of the early morning sun entered the room through the windows and when they fell on Yvonne's chubby face, it seemed as though a little fat cherub was smiling down from up above.

'An angel!' Mrs. Jacinth exclaimed in her heart as she witnessed this blessed scene in this worthless life of hers.

If Yvonne could hear her nanny's thoughts then she would react with only one sentence.

'So she thinks that I am fat like those little naked kids with arrows in their hands?' 

However, Yvonne could not hear other people's thoughts and so she was busy admiring the surprise that her mother had been so thoughtful to prepare for her first day.

'I thought that she was against me learning all these new things that are meant for boys.' She gasped as her tiny stubby fingers felt the clothes that were made for her.

Raylene was worried that her daughter would be hurt during these classes but she kept her worries aside for her child's happiness and decided to do something to show that she supports her.

What better way than to make the family seamstress stitch up some clothes for her lovely daughter?

Thus the seamstress stayed up two nights in a row to prepare the clothes meant for the young miss's new classes.

While Yvonne was lovingly gazing at the clothes before her eyes, Mrs. Jacinth had wiped her hair dry.

"Let us get you dressed, Miss." She proposed and received an excited and instant nod from Yvonne.

Within a few minutes, Yvonne stood before the silver mirror with the clothes now on her body.

'We need a better mirror to appreciate my beauty and splendor!' She sighed when the silver mirror could not capture her true beauty.

Mrs. Jacinth stood at the side and watched as her young miss twirled around and then gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

'I have not seen her this happy even while wearing those expensive gowns.' She reckoned and her thinking was right.

Because right now, Yvonne was not wearing a gown which would have been too excessive and heavy to be worn during training.

Instead what she was wearing right now was usually called an 'Equestrian uniform' in her old world.

'I wore this so often as a child!' She reminisced and touched the fabric of the pants.

The texture felt smooth as her fingers glided over them and she frowned when her hand reached her tummy.

'This certainly needs to go!' She scowled at the belly fat that was popping out.

She knew that this was just baby fat but if she did not pay attention and do something about it then she would soon be in her teens with a round and plump belly which would look weird with the attire that was worn in this world.

A shallow narcissistic person like her refused to look plump while wearing the beautiful gowns which were the norm here.

After she was done admiring her cute appearance, she signaled her nanny who brought her to the parlor where the rest of the family had already arrived.

As the door was pushed open and Yvonne walked inside, the cheerful chatter inside the room halted and there was utter and complete silence.

'Do I look that horrible in these clothes?' She wondered and glanced down to look at herself.

The white shirt which was tucked into the dark brown pants that reached her ankles accompanied by the matching calf-length boots made her look like a cute little horse-riding jockey.

Her hair was gathered up at the crown of her head in a 'ponytail' whose concept she had to explain to Mrs. Jacinth and it was tied together with a green silk ribbon that formed a neat yet intricate bow.

'I think I look fine.' She appraised herself and gave her outfit of the day a big thumbs up in her mind.

However, it seemed as though her family did not have the same thoughts as her.

Yvonne pouted her lips as she looked up and took turns to glimpse at every family member's face.

"Do I not look good?" She questioned in a meek voice which broke the daze that they had been in ever since she had entered the room.

Raylene was the first one to react as she shook her head vehemently, rejecting the inaccurate thought that had come to her daughter's mind.

"You look like a doll, my sweet little Vonny! How can you ever not look good?" She praised her daughter and walked towards her.

Yvonne's bloated ego was growing with each word that her mother spoke in her favor.

'That's what I thought before you three froze upon seeing me!' She clicked her tongue at their strange behavior.

Raylene carried her daughter and brought her to the place where the two men had been sitting in absolute silence until now.

Yvonne gave them a quick nod before she began speaking with her mother about how much she loved this surprise.

Rutherford and Howard glanced at each other and that familiar feeling of keeping this little girl away from evil eyes encompassed their hearts once again.

'Ray told me that she was preparing clothes for Vonna but I did not think that she would prepare these clothes for her.' Rutherford frowned slightly when he felt something amiss.

These clothes were worn by boys and men in the kingdom and rarely any women wore them.

'I will have to talk regarding this with Ray.' He decided and kept this to himself for now.

He was not angry or annoyed that Raylene had made Yvonne wear clothes meant for men but what made him curious and suspicious was how this idea came to her mind.

However, he did not want to speak about this in the presence of their children. Especially not when he saw the jubilant expression on his Vonna's face.

Howard on the other hand was seething in anger as he glared at the little imp who was cluelessly sitting on their mother's lap, conversing about how much she loved the new clothes.

'Why does she have to look so good!? Now that idiot will pester me when he arrives!' He scowled at the cute appearance of his little sister before gnashing his teeth.