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

After talking to Lorelei, Yvonne followed the second thing on her schedule.

With her hair flowing like flames behind her and her yellow dress just adding to the effect, she strode through the palace corridors in search of the Royal Infirmary. Luckily, she knew where it was from the last time she visited it with Physician Eldar, which had not been too long ago.

Yvonne slowed down as she approached the two large doors with immensely gorgeous carvings on the front and reached for the handle.

"Excuse me," someone with an extremely strict and sharp voice said. "State your name and business."

Yvonne turned around with a jolt and there stood a short girl with spectacles and freckles on her nose. She looked as if she was around her late twenties but with her slick back ponytail and crisp uniform, she could have been anything above. Yvonne sweeped a furtive eye over her uniform and concluded she was a head maid similar to Stace. But who's could it be?

A Visit to The Infirmary