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.
Things Have Changed
It has been two years since the day he left. It's been a long while. How did I manage to live these two years? I have no idea. The only thing I knew was that I was not actually living. I was more like a robot following a routine.
The king had asked me to stay in the barracks… The barracks of the three main armies of Astrana. I had to live in each barrack for six months, learning and practising the war skills.
For the first six months, I was living in the North in the region of the Black wings. I came to know that Alastair was one of them. Not just one of them. He was the commander of the Black Wing soldiers. I found myself not surprised at the fact. Well, nothing surprised me those days. I actually didn't care.