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. 134: Peeping Tom
I've got an adult mind and I'm doing a lot of adult things, but nothing reminds me that I'm very much still a kid in this world than now. The skirt is laced up thankfully, but it is utterly blasphemous that a man has trespassed into the space where women typically touch up their makeup, change, and rest themselves.
He's giving me a lecherous look that makes my stomach do backflips of disgust inside of me. I'm 11 years old in this body and this man is in the latter half of his twenties. Broad, thick brows sit over eyes that look at me the way I'd look at a tasty piece of fried chicken.
"Certainly a member of the royal guard would know better than to trespass into the lady's room," I say, taking a seat as if I'm not terrified to my bones.