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 walked behind her with my ponytail clenched in my hands.

Sidmund, Hector and Klyn all looked up at once as we emerged from Mama's room. They didn't say anything, but just kept looking at us to initiate conversation again.

"You all are in luck today," Mama announced in a booming voice. All three men perked up. "Fortunately, we have some ointment at home that can help your injuries."

All of them looked at her as if she had gone crazy.

"Mama," Hector began bravely. "Are you sure mere ointment can heal all this?" He pointed towards Sidmund's stub of an arm which still dripped blood, and then to a large slash on the side of his waist, drenching his black shirt in visible blood. It was daft to recommend an ointment in this situation, even I knew that. But what else could we do?

Wonder Ointment