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. 232: Da Bomb Dot Com
"A bomb? A bomb in the north?" I almost raise a hand to clear out my ear, but then remember that it would appear rather unladylike. Then I wonder why I care about appearing unladylike in front of Elias.
"Abomination," he enunciates.
Focusing on the topic at hand, the name sounds reminiscent of a comic book villain, although it has been so long since I thought of those that the memory is fuzzy.
"I don't find myself familiar with that name, no," I say cautiously, but a bad feeling plagues me. "Why?"
"There have been significant efforts by my father to hush rumors of it and make it seem like nothing more than a fairytale to scare naughty children, but in fact, it's real and it plagues the woods beyond the capital. Those delays in coffee shipments are directly caused by this thing."
I wrinkle my nose. "It? And what is "it"? Quit dancing around the answer. Is "it" a rogue griffin or another beast of similar effect?"