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

One thing I figured out from our meeting with Mama Ruth was that the 'Ruth' in her name stood for 'ruthless'.

"Come massage my feet," Mama Ruth beckoned to Reynard as soon as she had settled down in her armchair. "After all, nobody comes by calling for ol' Mama anymore. I had to go all that way to see who was hollering in my house."

Reynard made a face at her which I'm sure she didn't see but I got a case of giggles when I noticed him do so.  He sighed and smiled at me and went to sit next to Mama Ruth's ottoman on which she had been resting her legs. He began to press against her soles and Mama Ruth sat back with pleasure. Then she noticed me.

"Y'all didn't answer when I asked who you were," she said suddenly, eyeing me with suspicion like I was a sudden pimple on her face, deciding if it was best to pop it or let it be. "Lass, what's your name?"

I tightened the cloth around my face and replied firmly, "My name's Ashli Rivers, ma'am."

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