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

The funeral was everything but grand.

Reynard stood between his parents' graves and stared up at the sky.

"What are you doing, still?" Rosa asked, tapping on his shoulder from behind him. "The men left long ago. So should we. We'll come back here tomorrow."

"I know," Reynard muttered lifelessly, his eyes still searching the vast blue sky. "You head out. I'll join you in a moment."

Rosa shrugged. "Alright, then. I'll be waiting."

Reynard heard the crunching of dry leaves as she weaved her way through the many graves, and the metallic creak of the hinge of the gate that led to the outside. The cemetery was surrounded by a tall black fence with pointy tips, one an amateur grave robber could never climb. It was greased every night to stop someone from getting over it, since grave robberies were quite common in the area.

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