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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*

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218 Chs

Ch. 200: Weak Pull-Out Game

I think getting a gun pulled on me and being shot point blank would've been less surprising than what my father just uttered.

In a perfect world, I would have had a cool, suave reaction to the verbal bomb Emperor Helio had just dropped. Instead, I made some barely intelligible words and sounds like a baby learning to speak for the first time.

"Oh! UmwowIuh... Inevereverthoughtaboutthat...sothat'suh...wowIcan't...I...ha... ya..." I trip over my words over and over as I process what he just said.

While I have naturally speculated how one would go about trying to kill my father, it was never because I wanted to do so myself. Although the emperor may be semi-deadbeat, unemotional man, every breath he currently draws is a quasi-protection of mine. Quasi because the "protection" he provides is about as good as using the pull-out method for protection, no pun intended.