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. 217: Boo Boo the Fool
Class today is different. For one, I stayed up past midnight rereading the section about curses in the book about dark magic I was gifted, so my head feels stuffed with cotton.
Second of all, there is a rather conspicuous missing presence within the room – my father is not seated in his corner. More than once, I catch myself looking back at the empty chair as if he will suddenly appear. No such thing happens.
Despite being a "great emperor" according to word of mouth, that man always seems jobless to me. So his sudden absence gets my thoughts going. Could something have happened to Augustus? Could my oldest brother be in serious danger?
I don't know how real sibling telepathy is, given I was an only child in my past life. But I don't feel the trademark heart palpitations or the "sense of doom" I've read about before. My hand brushes over my heart, which ironically brings me back to earth. This is dumb, worrying over the emperor like this.