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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*

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219 Chs

[Bonus chapter]Ch. 153: Angel and Devil

A shadow descends upon our happy conversation, quite literally. It is Leana, to no one's surprise. She possesses a tact most mean girls lack, which is the sole praise I will ever give her. The voice dripping in disdain has been washed clean, replaced by a tone that is lighthearted and almost sweet.

"Greetings, your highness. I am glad to see you at this tea party. How fares Princess Julia? It has been a long time since I last saw her."

Her tone is polite, but the question is disrespectful. It's like biting into a cream puff and tasting mayonnaise. But despite the whispers that arise with her question, her carefully crafted smile does not waver.

She is her mother's daughter. Had Lady Bryce not smiled at me the same as I'd been forced to hold the boiling hot tea cup?