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. 191: And It Was All Just a Dream...
I don't waste any time showboating. In fact, there is no time for any of that at all.
In order for my impressive PR moment to end on a high note, I rush into the dust without hesitation, a decision that proves erroneous as my vision goes from 100 to 0 in an instant as I stand on a staircase with the great impediment of several layers of petticoats. Walking on flat ground is hard enough with them, let alone going down a set of stairs completely blind.
I drop every swear word in the book under my breath as I nearly twist my ankle on the second or third step. I can sense Wanda behind me, although she proves far more nimble than I and briefly collides with my back before climbing back one step. Perhaps jumping around like mountain goats is part of their rigorous training.