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. 193: Girl Armor
Unfortunately for the Taylors, they get to pick up an additional crime on top of their prior one. If I said I didn't feel the slightest bit vindicated to hear the public spit vitriol at that family and to hear that the government was going to strip them of their titles and honors, that would be a lie. But it's still perplexing me.
They had a duchy to their name, a generous swath of the empire's eastern territory that paid taxes directly to them, and Duchess Taylor's presence in the social scene was only second to the empress. If it weren't for the fact that the entire family, the duke, duchess, and Sir Gregory, had fled the day of the gas attack and their whereabouts are unknown, anyone sane would probably ask them the same thing: Why did you throw everything away with such a silly assassination attempt?
"We're missing something. I don't know what, but we are missing something," I mutter to Emma.