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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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Where Will I Go?

"I'll be heading out, then."

"Already?" I asked as Reynard dusted the shoulder he had been leaning against the wall on.

He looked at me, a puzzled expression upon his face. "Do you not want me to?"

I shrugged. "Erm, I'd have loved to invite you inside, but-"

"I know." He smiled. "But I'd rather not disrupt. Anyways, I'll come back in a day or two when I get some things settled."

I frowned. "What things?"

Vaguely, he stared off into the distance. It seemed as if he did not want to reply, but after the atmosphere had gone silent for much longer than necessary, he sighed and spoke up.

"You remember Uncle Franke?"

I nodded.