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*
[Bonus chapter]Ch. 168: Professor Winter
"You have few allies in court, if any at all," I inform Augustus after he's completed a cursory inspection and given me a clean bill of health. If anything, I've grown chubbier and fuller as of late. Thanks, puberty.
Augustus lets out a sage sigh, like air escaping a tire. He speaks with the tone one would instruct a young child with when he says, "That is not true. Allies are different from friends, Winter. There are many in court who do side with Father and I-".
I brutally cut him off. "You are Father's son. Not Father himself. None of them owe you the loyalty they've shown Father, even if honor and sworn oath dictate that it should be passed on to you. You must earn it for yourself."
"And the divorce trial of a noble couple will help me accomplish that?" he asks, the sarcasm thick in his tone.