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. 166: The People v. OJ Simpson
Divorce trials are a tricky thing.
True to any patriarchal society, the odds are far more in favor of a husband trying to divorce rather than a wife.
Long grow the days, the sun's rays showering Radovalsk in warmth and good tidings. The seas were smooth, bringing in fine trade from across the Moor to the Old Continent. The Aidelish visit had been fortunate for many reasons: a marriage alliance had been forged between one of the empress's "adopted" daughters and the kingdom's prince. Trade treaties had been shaken on and signed, bringing in a wave of unique goods that satisfy my temperamental interests. Today has brought before me a kaleidoscope possessing the most intricate craftsmanship I've ever seen. It's almost as intoxicating as looking into Elias' eyes.
"Princess," a familiar voice calls, using my title deliberately to get my attention.