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

Mama tightened the ribbons of the dress's built-in corset, making me squeal.

"Stand. Still," she ordered for the nth time.

I shrieked as the ribbons pulled me in. "You're pulling it too tight! Ahh, my poor waist..."

"No talking!" she bellowed as she pulled the ribbons again, with so much force that I wheezed. "Tuck in your stomach. Y'know, I never made a single noise when I wore that. Have some guts!"

I felt like all my guts were gonna explode. Sweaty from all the exercise, I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the mirror in Mama Ruth's room.

She laughed an insidious laugh. "Come now, you're the one who so wanted to go to this ball. Now you shall bear the consequences."

Weakly, I held the sides of my waist as the corset pulled me in again. I groaned in anticipation of another pull, but Mama, with her swift fingers, neatly tied a bow at the bottom and stood back to admire her handiwork.

In His Shoes