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. 204: Stories and Scars
Claude the Carver was, in fact, not biologically related to the Mad Dog.
This was a fact Augustus had already ascertained himself, even before the peculiar fellow before him stated the same. After all, Wolfgang Amarellius also happened to be a descendant of and the heir to the prominent House Amarellius. This could also easily be discerned from Claude's appearance, the polar opposite of the Mad Dog's.
He could not be described as youthful, for his dark brown skin was weathered from the elements. But his eyes and razor smile revealed his age as both were surprisingly animated. Claude's hair was full of short, chestnut curls that held a fascinating hint of gold.
"Go on, eat, it's not poisoned," Claude promised.
Augustus raised a single eyebrow.
"Then starve. But then, maybe my brother will perish. And then you shall find yourself with another enemy on top of the growing list I'm sure you are already accumulating," Claude shrugged.