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. 81: Bombs Away
"Yes, your highness," Emma parrots, her voice coming just a few steps behind me.
"Oh, you!" I gush, turning around to face my sister from another mister. "Bring it in!"
Being around me almost every day for the past 2 years has had many benefits, such as Emma finally being able to understand my more modern phrases. The stony-faced girl looks like she walked through a tornado, her hair in a bee's hive and her dress covered in filth. But my naked self tugs her in for a huge hug as she reluctantly holds her arms out. Emma stinks of freshly cut grass and corn.
"Your highness?"
"Yes?"
"That's going to cost 1000 gold coins." My brokeness shatters the moment. I bead of sweat drips down my head, mixing with the water droplets still falling from me. At the moment, I already owe some kids a house and now I owe more money. Who'd have thought that such young children would drive a hard bargain?