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. 141: A Great Game
It was the fire in Winter's eyes that reminded Akira why he had deigned to take up the flesh of the crippled heir of House Wolfe and personally interfered in the great game he'd been setting up for years.
It was too much fun for him to resist.
Taking up a proper mortal host lessened his abilities somewhat, but Akira could still sense many rampant energies within the capital alone. Someone somewhere nearby was dabbling in wild, taboo magic he hadn't tasted in eons. There were beings powerful enough to control the actions of people in this world like an invisible puppet master. His longest game yet was soon to come to a satisfying conclusion if he played his cards right. And most satisfying of all, the bright-eyed disciple his good brother, Helio, had chosen was square in the middle of his palm.
"Game?" He murmured, happy for once not to stifle his true nature.
"You are certainly playing at something," Winter said, not backing down. "And I don't like that."