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

Who was she? Was she just an old innkeeper?

"Wait here," I told Reynard hastily and then dashed up the stairs to my room. I threw open the door and pulled out the large, red ACCOUNTS book from my side drawer. I took it downstairs back to the small table and took my place on the crate.

"Mama's diary," I breathed when Reynard looked at the book, confused.

"That's Mama's diary?" he hissed as he pointed to it. "Where did you get it? How old is it?" He tried to snatch it from me but I slapped his hand away.

"Shh! I got it from the attic," I mumbled as I opened it and started flipping the pages. "Let's see… There's a specific entry I'm looking for."

It was dark so I couldn't read very well. I pulled the candle holder closer to me and peered at the pages dowsed by an orange glow.

"Okay, here we go," I said and started reading:

The Truth