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Rise of the Unfavored Princess

I had thought that my life couldn't get worse when I walked in on my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend. But after a series of unfortunate events, I opened my eyes in a world that I had only read about in a webnovel, the Erudian Empire, ruled under the domineering, bloody reign of Emperor Helio. The worst part? I'm not even the main character! Reborn as Winter Royberg de la Erudian, I am the pitiful side character who is discovered to be a royal bastard princess due to a certain physical trait only the imperial bloodline possesses. But I know the end of Winter's story and the unwanted royal punching bag is framed as a witch and killed at age 16 on the guillotine due to the scheming of the cruel empress. An aloof, murder happy father? Check. Psycho half-sister? Check. Meddlesome author who wants me to follow the script? Double check! I don't want to die an early death again, so I'm determined not to ever be discovered as a royal again. But before I know it, I'm trapped in a palace of blood and opulence playing tricky games of power, games I have no clue how to win. How will I survive to adulthood in the imperial palace and get my happily ever after? And am I really the only person who fell into this world? *UPDATES 1-2 TIMES A WEEK* *1500 TO 3300 WORDS PER CHAPTER*

bunnyreadsabook · Fantasy
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230 Chs

Ch. 105: Celebration Ball Pt. 1

The dress I'm wearing may have very well come from my head, the faint gasps around me easily concurring. The fabric is dazzling and commands attention even without the silver-gold embroidery on the edges and rubies twinkling in place of buttons.

"How much do you think this could go for, Emma?" I ask, petting the generous overskirt that is cut down the center to reveal gold ruffles.

Emma analyzes the dress critically, her eyes tracing appreciatively over the excess fabric gathered around the exposed shoulders.

"This bit seems to shimmer more than the others, your highness. Is it-" she cuts herself off, but I already know the answer.

"Is it gold dust? Yes," I reply proudly.