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. 218: Inception
"Well I would like a Maserati, but we can't all get what we want, can we Julian?" I say sarcastically after his unexpected agreement.
Julian whispers something in his mind, so quietly I can barely hear it.
Speak up, I urge.
I said, he repeats, I had one of those. Overrated car. Can barely drive straight.
I can see a vehicle whizz by in my mind's eye and I realize Julian is sharing his memory with me. Hands a few decades than mine and Julian's grip a steering wheel of a swanky car that I've only seen in magazines, steering it around a track. Someone sits in the passenger's seat, probably someone young based on the ripped jeans and sneakers I can see out of the corner of 'my' eye. But before the memory goes on to show the identity of the person in that seat, it is cut off.
You know I don't have the faintest clue of how I would send you back, don't you? I admit.
I do.