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*
Ch. 122: Like a Prayer
"Do you know what you will say?" My brother's worried gaze hovers over mine as I push his face away.
"What, do you think I'm stupid enough to go before every noble guest and fumble through my words? It's just a simple prayer," I gripe to Augustus.
I suck in a lungful of fresh pine and smile to myself. I have yet to read a webnovel where someone didn't try to murder the female lead in the middle of a hunting competition. While I don't have the luxury of being the female lead, as Peppermint enjoyed constantly reminding me, I am lucky enough to have the empire's most powerful woman out to get me so I'm sure I'll be able to get a taste of the main character treatment.
"Everything will be fine," I say to the crown prince, even though it won't be.
"Why do you try to treat me like your junior sometimes?" Augustus casts me a disgruntled look within his tent, looking dashing in his hunting uniform, simply a darker version of his military uniform.