Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 5: Chapter 4: Meeting Izzy / What do I Know?

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Chapter 4: Meeting Izzy / What do I Know? We come to a stop, my father releases his hold on me, and I hear him open a door. My nostrils are assaulted by the smell of cooked bacon, fruits, and spices. I take a hesitant step forward, unsure of the layout of the room. “Beri!” I hear a young girl squeal in delight to my right. I turn my head in the general direction of the voice where there now seems to be a scuffle of some kind. “Unhand me you brute!” the girl’s voice cries out. “Unhand me this instant!” My father sighs and takes my hand, leading me to a chair to seat me at a table. “Isabella, I told you to calm down,” I hear someone say that sounds like Angus. “She has only recently recovered enough to be out of bed, and she still cannot see anything, like I told you. Do you not see the duke leading her to her chair? You would have knocked her to the floor in your mad dash to be reunited with your best friend and then all of us at the table would be upset with you, Beira included, I am sure.” I sit in my chair and stay quiet for the moment, not sure what to say or do as the cacophony subsides and I hear someone take a seat to my left. I also hear my father’s heavy steps walking away towards what I presume is the end of the table on the other side of the person to my left. Across from me, I hear someone pull out a chair and sit with a huff. “Izzy, don’t pout, it’s unbecoming of a princess,” I hear Angus chide from my left, his tone on the playful side. “Good morning, Beira,” I hear my mother say from my left. “Good morning, M-mother,” I say turning my head, nodding slightly before turning it to my left. “Good morning, Angus,” I continue. “Or should I address you as Your Highness?” I hear a snicker come from across the table. “Did I say something wrong?” I ask, confused. “No, and Angus is just fine when it comes to you, Beira,” Angus responds quickly. “Beri, you called my brother ‘Your Highness,’” I hear the girl say while laughing from across the table. “Keep that up and it will go to his head.” “You and the young prince have both known each other since childhood,” my mother explains calmly, probably in response to the confused look on my face. “You two have been on a first name basis since you two first met. Actually, I believe the name you first used for him was 'Angi' because you couldn’t quite say his name properly.” “And you have known me for longer than him, Beri!” the princess interrupts. “I-Isabella?” I question, addressing her with the name I first heard Angus use. “That’s me,” she replies, then her voice gets a slightly worried tone. “You really don’t remember me, do you?” “No, I’m sorry,” I answer, shaking my head. “As upsetting as it is to say, you are as much of a stranger to me as my own parents.” Just saying that out loud broke the dam holding in my emotions and I feel my eyes start to water. I am alone. I am all alone in this world full of people I do not even know and that do not know me despite what they think. I will never see my family again, or my friends. I am dead to them, literally. I feel tears start to flow down my face as I let out a heart wrenching cry of grief. “Beira,” I hear multiple people say. How can I just be expected to pick up this girl’s life as if I am the one that has always been here? This is too much; I cannot do it. I feel a strong warm hand on my shoulder and I continue to cry. It sounds as if everyone is talking but I cannot understand what they are saying. I cover my face with my hands and then push myself away from the table with my legs, my appetite gone. I stand up, knocking my chair over, and try to leave the room, embarrassed at my sudden emotional outburst, not sure which way leads to the door. Someone grabs me and wraps me in their arms, pulling me against their broad chest. It is Angus. I can tell by the scent. The muscles in his chest and arms are tight and strong, they make me feel tiny by comparison. I put my arms around him and sob into his chest unaware of anything else a