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. 70: Call Me Houdini
I could hear the girl's cries still echo in my ears when I awoke before the sun. Sleep was eager to elude me, instead the familiar cries of the book Winter haunting me the way it used to in the past. Her back was turned from me, her white hair in frayed knots tumbling to the ground as she lay crumpled and defeated.
I had spent much of the last knight with Marie and Emma, packing nondescript cloth bags that were easy to carry on our person and full of warm wool dresses, easily stored provisions, and gold coins stealthily sewn into the clothes so they wouldn't jingle and make a racket. If I were a few years older, I'm certain I would have dark circles that resembled a raccoon. A loud yawn escapes my mouth and I hastily crawl from the bed.
Emma, who was napping on the small sofa near the fireplace perks up instantly from the noise. I nod in greeting, too nervous to even speak loudly.