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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*

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232 Chs

Ch. 228: Two Peas in a Pod

When Julian has successfully mollified the maid because he eventually walks back into the living room with a proud smirk. 

"I understand why... you do the things you do. But even when dabbling in the unsavory side of this business-"

I clear my throat somewhat obnoxiously. "-not a business, our life-".

"-Of our royal life, we should try to maintain some modicum of the morality of our former world. Which means no kidnapping and tying up people in bathtubs." 

"Yes, dad," I answer, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes.

"And in spite of your sarcasm, I do hope that with our agreement you will help me. Please." His eyes are lowered as is his voice, which is painted in a faint sadness. I can't tell if this is a play for pity or his honest emotions.