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

"I'll be heading home, then," Reynard said after he had dropped his empty tray off in the kitchen sink. "Father must be home by now, if what the doctor said was true."

"Okay," Uncle Franke grumbled as he rolled up a new cigarette. "Come by later to tell me how he's doing, okay? And he'll be returning to work by when?"

Reynard took in a sharp breath. He did not want his father to leave them again. "In 2 days."

Uncle Franke nodded. "Make the most of what you have, okay? Good luck."

With that, Reynard turned on his heels and walked through the door that led to the bar where some people were having their morning drinks. He noticed his good friend Bradshaw from academy sitting in the corner slurping on a sherry, and he waved to him.

"Can't," Reynard responded as he pulled open the door, cold gusts of wind dancing on his cheek. "Need to head home. See you later."

Both of them...