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No Romance, Please

Fate or accident? I don't know what it was. It played a cruel trick in my life and one day, I was not living anymore. I died! I got transmigrated into my favourite novel, ‘Romance, Please’! (Ok, I agree that it's not a good title but still, I used to love this story.) In the book universe, I pretended to be a princess, started to live in the palace, and even got my very own platinum tiara. I lived much better than in my previous life. But I had to pay the price... The book I loved the most wanted me dead, just for the sake of another character’s development. I had to die in two years, again for the story to progress. Should I wait and watch for the plot to kill me? That's not me! I just chose to rewrite the novel from scratch, together with the villain. Fates started to change. I was made into a queen, the sole ruler of my kingdom. Then again, I had to pay the price. This time it was to sacrifice my love. Plot twist, No Romance, Please, cause it's injurious to health. ************************************************************ Warning: This is a twisted, erratic, nonsensical romance book.

DyaAran · Fantasie
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144 Chs

Intuition

The next morning, I woke up early. I went straight to the tent. Nilo was working on the family details that night. When I arrived, he gave me a quick update on new information he found out.

"Good work, Nilo!" I told him. "Have you been observing the Corporals and Generals?" I raised my brows. 

"No suspicious activity yet, Your Grace," he replied.

"What about Alastair?"

"The same," he lowered his head. I squinted my eyes at him.

"I'm about to depart to the capital today. It might take five days for me to return," I told him.

"I'll accompany you, Your Grace," he replied.

"No, you need to rest. You've been working hard these days. Also, I need someone here," I raised my brows. Nilo understood that I was asking him to keep an eye on the Corporals and Generals so he nodded sincerely.

"I'll pick a few corporals and leave with them," I told and turned around. Arthur was standing a few feet behind me.