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

[Next day at the Royal Palace]

Everyone turned to look at Yesenia who had just walked through the door. She just looked like the rest of them- weary and sad. Even the way she dressed today was different. Same for the rest of them. Dressed in all black, Christabel sat propped up next to Lorelei on one of the soft sofas, wearing similar expressions of grief. On one of the matching chaise lounges lay Odette, a book in her hand. The title read: 'Tapped for Sorrow'

Yesenia frowned as she walked by her, her black dress flailing past.

"Where are Lady Atraxil and Lady Obsilia?" she asked Lorelei as she sat down on the sofa opposite them. Instantly, she was served a piping hot cup of tea, just the way she liked it. But today, she looked upon it with distaste. In fact, nobody was sipping tea today, not at all.

"Take it away, Ida," Yesenia called her maid back. "I'd rather not. Not today."

No Effing Way