No Romance, Please
Fate or accident? I don't know what it was. It played a cruel trick in my life and one day, I was not living anymore. I died! I got transmigrated into my favourite novel, ‘Romance, Please’! (Ok, I agree that it's not a good title but still, I used to love this story.) In the book universe, I pretended to be a princess, started to live in the palace, and even got my very own platinum tiara. I lived much better than in my previous life. But I had to pay the price... The book I loved the most wanted me dead, just for the sake of another character’s development. I had to die in two years, again for the story to progress. Should I wait and watch for the plot to kill me? That's not me! I just chose to rewrite the novel from scratch, together with the villain. Fates started to change. I was made into a queen, the sole ruler of my kingdom. Then again, I had to pay the price. This time it was to sacrifice my love. Plot twist, No Romance, Please, cause it's injurious to health. ************************************************************ Warning: This is a twisted, erratic, nonsensical romance book.
Wingland
Wingland... The second capital of Astrana. The city where the Astranian intelligence officers base situated. I was going towards the Black Wing caste, to earn their trust before moving to the capital.
I've told Arthur that I would return in five days. But it might take more. It would depend on the Black Wings. But I was confident. I had already led a spy network before. I should be able to earn their trust faster.
Alastair was following me. I believed his presence as Black Wings' commander should help me organize the Black Wings first.
After travelling for about half a day, I could see a castle far away. It was black in colour unlike the red castle I was staying in.
I stopped in my track and turned around. Alastair and the others were following me nearly a mile behind.
I unmounted Darth. He was being too fast which helped me reach the destination a few hours earlier than I predicted.