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*
[Bonus chapter]Ch. 158: Order in the Court!
THE COURT OF GOOD OR EVIL IS NOW IN SESSION
"Order in the court!" the judge bangs his gavel before turning to the witness stand a fixing a withering glare on me. The courtroom is quiet enough to hear a pin drop before he dramatically clears his throat and begins his speech.
"Today, we, in the Court of Good or Evil, are gathered to judge whether Imperial Princess Winter Royberg de la Erudian-" he begins in a monotonous tone.
"Or Maria Lopez for those who aren't caught up on the latest chapters-" I chime in helpfully despite his glare.
"It's been 157 chapters. If they aren't caught on that your name is Winter, then that means they never got past the first chapter," he corrects angrily.
"Hmph. Fake fans," I turn my nose to the gathered crowd in the courtroom, prompting disapproving whispers and flashes of a camera. I wink at them, before remembering that they can't see my eyes behind the dramatic, oversized pair of sunglasses I have on for my trial today.