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. 97: Inception
Courtesy of many weeks tending to the ugliest wounds the human body can contain, I list off the injuries in my head and reach a few very quick conclusions; someone only wishes to silence the weaponsmith, not kill him. And that someone is not Julian.
It was a heist within the heist, that final climactic moment in the film when a teammate betrays the crew and attempts to take the booty for themselves. Only in this film, we have no clue who that second party is. All I know is that this is no coincidence. I'd stake my life on it.
An itty bitty cloud of pink trailing after a group of grown men, I draw a few, strange glances as I accompany them to the dungeon of Belfort Castle. It is disturbingly close to the banquet hall, where everyone was eating and making merry moments before. A few turns down a dark corridor lit by torches and descending a set of stone stairs that give me intense 'hell naw' vibes, delivers us to the Belfort dungeon.