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

I didn't want to ask what it said; I was much too disgusted already.

My eyes followed him as Reynard placed the letter on a haystack by the blood spill and then carefully stepped over the splashes as he approached me.

"What happens now?" I whispered, my eyes occasionally going towards the large doors, checking if anyone had sneaked up on us. Though it seemed that no one was in here but us.

"Now," Reynard said confidently, "we leave through the back door and never talk of this again."

So we did. Reynard guided me towards the back of the warehouse where there was, in fact, another door through which we slipped out like fugitives.

"Reynard, I can't go back to Faustine's now," I said when we were away from the eyes of the watchful guards. "Wherever else should I stay?"

Reynard scratched his head in deep thought and pulled out the familiar piece of paper.

Visiting Ogden Cove