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How The Princess Rewrote Her Tragic Ending

[ILLUSTRATIONS INCLUDED: Chapters with illustrations are marked with the '*' symbol!] >Short Excerpt: She brought her face up close to mine, only leaving an inch or two to spare. My eyes widened as I got an up close view of her iced ones. My, they were absolutely gorgeous. Your Highness, you know, don't you? I furrowed my eyebrows, suddenly uncomfortable in her presence. "You know, right?" she repeated, holding my gaze. "You are aware of the tragedy that is yet to befall you, aren't you? In a year's time, you'll be dead. You'll die, do you get that? You'll be sacrificed to your ancestors’ so-called 'God'." ———–⬇SYNOPSIS⬇——————– When average highschooler, Seonhee Lim gets thrown into the world of her best (and only) friend's favorite novel, "The Blessing Of Wisteria", she finds herself in a very threatening situation. She doesn't recall a thing about the contents of the novel, but what she does remember is that the role she possessed right now, the one which belonged to Crown Princess, Cynthia Amaryll Klaern, won’t stay around for long. Filled with thrill, mystery and drama, will Seonhee find a way to prevent her imminent death or will she find a way out of it with the help of someone special? ________________________________________ Discord: Suoshi#8929 CHECK OUT MY SECOND NOVEL: GHOST DETECTIVE: Li Xiajun (Cover taken from Pinterest!)

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134 Chs

A Cold Dusk

[The Gradral Household]

Only a day had gone by since Amice's funeral, but the atmosphere of utter grief had yet to be lifted off of the Gradral household. 

Reynard shuffled past his mother's bed and slid down all the empty or half-empty medicine bottles into a wastebasket. He put the basket on the floor and turned to make his mother's bed. It had been creased and messed up when her body was being lifted to be taken to the mortuary so that it could be treated for the burial. He had been one who had lifted her, and since it was his fault that his mother's bed had become messy, it was given that he made it as well.

Tenderly, Reynard lifted the sheet his mother had used to cover herself with and carefully folded it into four sections before laying it neatly at the foot of the bed. Then he smoothed out all the wrinkles on the sheet she had laid on.