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. 142: Blade of Glass
Sage is quiet by my side as I and a procession of attendants walk towards the venue Augustus' coming of age ceremony will be held.
"Still mad?" I ask, my hands clasped behind my back as I march ahead.
"Sage is very mad!" she whined, dipping into the third person like the lovable idiot she tries to be.
"You ought to know better than to come in without knocking, Sage," I say, not giving in as quickly as I usually do.
"I'm very sorry, your highness! I will never do it again,"
"I know you won't." "What do you think of my dress?"
"It's very pretty, your highness! You look like a fairy!
"Oh?" This simple word works like a magic charm. Every time I utter it, people tend to chatter even more.
"That fabric is very fashionable these days. I heard that only the well-connected madams at the Ladies' Court wear it," Sage gushes with a not-so-innocent name drop.