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. 93: We Are The Champions
In the late afternoon of the following day, Prince Julian found himself kicking tufts of grass in front of Winter's tent in impatience. The sun would soon fall below the western horizon, bathing the entire camp in gold and marking how long he had stood outside waiting for Winter to return from healing soldiers.
"Are you sure she didn't mention how long she would be?" he asked the guards in front again.
"Harassing my guards, are you?" Light footsteps crunched in the grass behind Julian.
The young man whirled around to see a frowning white-haired girl, the attendants following behind her denoting her newfound status within the camp.
"My dearest Winnie," Julian said with a charming grin.
Winter rolled her eyes hard enough for him to see the whites. But he could see her fatigue, her golden eyes dull and not as lively as they usually were.
"Move. I need to eat," Winter grumbled, shoving past Julian.