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. 212: Copernicus the Great
Julian did not last long in flight, a dizzying black spot that swirled around a sparkling chandelier and elaborately painted wallpaper. He is disadvantaged by his form as ravens or pigeon or whichever petite avian creature he was. Perhaps if he had been turned into an eagle or falcon, he would have last longer when circling around the ceiling of my sitting room. However, I think that the pathetic little bird form he is now fits him and his character best.
After he settle back down on the clawfoot table before me, close but out of reach, I speak again out loud.
"What do you think your mother is up to, now that you're gone?" I ask conversationally.
Naturally Julian can't answer, but that doesn't stop me from running my mouth.
"Do you think she would weep with worry? Do you think she'll lie awake at night, unable to sleep at the thought of not knowing your whereabouts?" The sarcasm is thick in my voice.