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 held my breath, waiting for Mama to decide.

"So?" I asked. She was taking too long to answer. She pursed her lip and sat there, her eyes looking into mine. I smiled, oblivious. "Mama?"

Then she sighed. "You asked if I'm sure..."

"Yes." I nodded. Please say no.

"She sighed again. "My answer is no."

"B-But why do you say that?" I asked, tilting my head innocently to the side.

She held her face in her hands and rubbed her eyes. "I don't know."

I put a hand on her knee and patted gently. "Come on, Mama, there must be a reason. Why do you want me to stay?"

Mama stopped rubbing her eyes and held her face in her hands for a long moment. Silently, I slid my hand away from her knee and put it limply in my lap. She was thinking about something. Was she actually thinking about how to tell me nicely to leave? Had she changed her mind about me?

The Real Enemy