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. 201: Family Reunion
The darkness lifts, not slowly, but all together at once in such a way that left me reeling. I feared that I had suddenly gone blind for a moment. However, as my vision slowly returned to me, it became immediately apparent to me that I was in an ordinary guest bedroom, one of dozens that could be found vacant around the palace. There was a bed on the side of the room opposite and in a chair next to it, sat my father.
Far more surprising is the individual lying in that bed my father is seated beside, someone who despite being tucked up to his chin with bedcovers is unmistakably a middle-aged man. He appeared to be in decent health, as expressed by the fullness of his face, the gut protruding under the blanket, and the fierce way his brows were set. More glaring than that, forgive the pun, was the absolute revilement that lingered in his golden glare as he looked at me.
Yes, gold.