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

[Back at what was once Ogden Cove]

I gave Mama her cup of tea and whatever else she requested before slowly closing the door to her room and sighing with relief.

She hadn't probed me about my supposed lie or asked further about her torn dress, so I was relieved to be playing it safe for the meantime.

I was about to head upstairs when there was a sudden knock on the door. Thoughtlessly, I went ahead to open it. For some reason, I had become rather brazen after the princess's funeral, knowing that I was less likely to be recognized and put to the spear.

And whoever could there be, standing at the door? Not anyone much of importance, since those people had already come and went much swifter than I would have deemed necessary.

So I was a bit shocked when I pulled open the door and there stood Marquess Huxley with the brightest smile on the face of the Earth.

The Audacity