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No Romance, Please

Fate or accident? I don't know what it was. It played a cruel trick in my life and one day, I was not living anymore. I died! I got transmigrated into my favourite novel, ‘Romance, Please’! (Ok, I agree that it's not a good title but still, I used to love this story.) In the book universe, I pretended to be a princess, started to live in the palace, and even got my very own platinum tiara. I lived much better than in my previous life. But I had to pay the price... The book I loved the most wanted me dead, just for the sake of another character’s development. I had to die in two years, again for the story to progress. Should I wait and watch for the plot to kill me? That's not me! I just chose to rewrite the novel from scratch, together with the villain. Fates started to change. I was made into a queen, the sole ruler of my kingdom. Then again, I had to pay the price. This time it was to sacrifice my love. Plot twist, No Romance, Please, cause it's injurious to health. ************************************************************ Warning: This is a twisted, erratic, nonsensical romance book.

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Scape Goats

"Rangers... I don't think it's them," I slowly shook my head.

Most of the faces around the table showed nothing but disappointment. The environment suddenly more obviously turned into me against each and every soldier under the roof. According to them, it was an easy puzzle where I failed to find the obvious answers. Some of their faces showed doubt. Some of them showed contempt. There were a few douting faces who were wondering if I was really on their side or not.

Even Arthur was looking at me as if he couldn't believe what I just said. Still, his face showed none of the three of the previously mentioned emotions. Wat he had on his face rather looked like surprise.

"Why would you say that, Your Grace?" Arthur questioned.

"Where did you find these pieces of evidence?" I asked. "Were these shreds of evidence found beside the dead bodies of your fellow soldiers?" I questioned.

"Of course, Your Grace," A soldier replied.