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. 202: Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Augustus had found himself in an unexpected bind one night, within a couple of days of leaving the capital. Unpleasant as the encounter was, when he would look back on this period a few years down the road, Augustus would realize that it had irreversibly changed the course of his life.
He had departed before the sun rose on the day of the Gavenport Derby, an event he found rather dull in comparison to the jousts and hunts that the palace would hold during state visits and holidays.
There had been no time for Augustus to inform anyone of his departure. This was the simplest he, the crown prince, had ever traveled. For the first two days that he had ridden hard for the north, Augustus had half expected to see the familiar livery of the royal guard flanking his right and left on horseback as well. There were no servants, no aides, just himself and his wandering thoughts.