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

Everyone held their breaths as we waited in the dark.

"Are they coming?" someone whispered beside me.

"Shh!" came the reply from her companion. "If you don't shut up, they'll be here faster than you can say 'Good Lawd'. Now sit still, Lily. And get off of my foot, you're crushing me."

This followed with a bit of shuffling and then an 'Ow!' After that, all went silent again. I felt a drop of sweat fall onto my bosom as I waited in the dark, hoping the glass shattering was as far as the assassins would go. There really was no knowing what God had in store for us.

While I lay in anticipation, crouched on the floor beside a large vase, I thought about the girl who had warned me to begin with. Her voice was familiar, I know that. But who had she been? And why the hell did she not leave when she had the chance to?

God Forbid