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. 85: It's a Miracle!
"We... do, your highness?" Emma groggily blinked at me, the haze of sleep slowly fading from her eyes.
"Yes. You and I, we're friends. We're part of a sisterhood, right? But lately, you're mad about something, probably something I did or said with my track record, and we need to talk it out."
Our energies are on opposite ends of the spectrum, with Emma's sluggishness sharply contrasting my bright-eyed and bushy-tailed energy. Somehow, even after spending the entire night burning through the adrenaline rush generated from hugging my dad, I'm feeling peppy enough to power through my high school cheer routine or run a mile.
Emma squints at me as my words register in her head. "What's a track record?"
"Erm... it's a recorded list of my past performance. But that's beside the point. Emma, what did I do? Tell me how we fix us."