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

"What is this!?" bellowed the Emperor as he thrust the letter at the guard and stomped out of the conservatory. "Absolutely absurd! I've never heard of it!"

The Emperor yanked open the door of his office and walked out swiftly and into the corridor. From the opposite side, Sir Gradral was walking towards the Emperor, probably for his own affairs but the Emperor beckoned to him as he kept walking.

"Gradral. Have you heard?"

Sir Gradral shook his head as he followed the Emperor to somewhere only he knew best. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, has something happened? You seem enraged."

"You bet I am!" the Emperor bellowed and started walking faster, making it hard for Sir Gradral to follow his pace. "Some wretched fool claims that they've killed Cynthia."

Sir Gradral stopped short. "What…?" He started walking again when he realized the Emperor wasn't going to stop for him. "How's that possible?"

The Emperor's Rage