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. 84: An Angry, Little Koala
These days, Augustus and Julian are never in their tents. I know this, because whenever they are present, the number of guards around their tent doubles, and lately, the one or two guards who linger out front look awfully lonely.
But that's probably just me projecting my feelings onto those guards. Being at the military front right now is like standing in the eye of the storm. All around me is chaos. But what strikes me most is that the small nuisances that bothered me when I first arrived, the constant smell of manure and noisy crickets, are no longer present. The army camp carries the bitter scent of metal, from the large cannons that have just arrived from the capital. The crickets have no doubt fled for safer pastures.