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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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231 Chs

Ch. 220: A Death Wish

In Sunset Palace, much of the events that Winter had surmised were indeed coming to pass. Still clad in courtly attire, one of the most powerful men in the empire paced back and forth in the sitting room of the empress, nearly wearing a hole in the plush, imported carpets.

His daughter the empress lounged elegantly in her chair, vaguely resembling a tiger that was well satiated from its meal. Splatters of blood decorated one corner of the sitting room where Empress Katya frequently received important guests. Gold chains that matched the understated luxury of the queen's tastes strung up a limp man. Earlier, the chains had been made a racket on the hardwood floor, but now they were as still as statues.