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. 215: Bait and Switch
Augustus didn't even know when or how he had pulled the slim, finger sized blade in his boot. The time between when Claude had compared the creature in the north to his father and when he had settled the sharp edge on Claude's neck couldn't have been more than a second.
Even the rage hadn't had the full time to bloom, but bloom it did, burning hot in Augustus' belly while his mouth curved into an ugly grimace from his jaw clenching underneath.
"You will not speak of my father in such an insulting way, comparing him to that rabid abomination in the north, if you wish to draw breath again," he hissed.
"And here I thought you had understood your father's nature by now." Claude tsked nonchalantly as if it were not him with a blade to his throat.
Augustus couldn't even appreciate the fact that he had somehow managed to catch the carver without warning. Something cold kissed his own neck while he spoke and it most certainly was not a woman.