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. 82: An Honest Conversation
The mood is heavy from what we've just seen.
Emma and I hurry quickly before the guards take notice, a mild fear taking hold of me as the unlit path is barely illuminated by the small candle I hold.
"I don't suppose you know where Julian's tent is, do you?" I ask Emma after my tent has disappeared from view behind us. I feel like a naughty teenager who has just snuck out to hang out with my friends and wrap my earth-colored shawl around my shoulders tighter in the hopes it will make my white nightgown a little harder to see in the night.
"Yes, your highness," Emma says with her infuriating one-word answers. Without a warning, she instantly starts marching ahead, leaving me scrambling to catch up.
"One of these days, you and I are going to have a nice, long chat about-," I mutter under my breath at Emma, until she whips around and gives me a look that shuts me up as I smile innocently back.