Suoshi

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>Short Excerpt:
She brought her face up close to mine, only leaving an inch or two to spare.

My eyes widened as I got an up close view of her iced ones. My, they were absolutely gorgeous.

Your Highness, you know, don't you?

I furrowed my eyebrows, suddenly uncomfortable in her presence.

"You know, right?" she repeated, holding my gaze. "You are aware of the tragedy that is yet to befall you, aren't you?

In a year's time, you'll be dead. You'll die, do you get that? You'll be sacrificed to your ancestors’ so-called 'God'."

———–⬇SYNOPSIS⬇——————–

When average highschooler, Seonhee Lim gets thrown into the world of her best (and only) friend's favorite novel, "The Blessing Of Wisteria", she finds herself in a very threatening situation.
She doesn't recall a thing about the contents of the novel, but what she does remember is that the role she possessed right now, the one which belonged to Crown Princess, Cynthia Amaryll Klaern, won’t stay around for long.
Filled with thrill, mystery and drama, will Seonhee find a way to prevent her imminent death or will she find a way out of it with the help of someone special?
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How The Princess Rewrote Her Tragic Ending

"Get out!" I shouted towards the door as it creaked on its hinges and swiftly lifted the bedsheet on top of my head. "Get out, get out!"

The door stopped its creak midway and for a moment, everything was still. Then I heard a shuffling sound and then a voice.

Slowly, I peeked over the sheets and was relieved to see a confused Reynard standing behind the door.

"May I come in…?" he asked when he had confirmed I wasn't going to lash out again.

Embarrassed, I nodded and he took a step in before closing the door.

"Okay so," he began, "I brought you some clothes..." And then he looked up at me and then did a double take. "What in the God's name are you wearing?"

"Oh this?" I said as I peered down at my clothes. "Yes, this is the result of what you may call 'a lack of my own clothes'. So what have we got?"

Absolutely Strange