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 next morning as he slipped into the bathroom to wash his face, Reynard caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror again and he almost fell down.

"God, was that not just a horrible dream?" he groaned to his reflection. But how could it have been a dream when he had barely slept the night?

Then Reynard dressed up in cleaner clothes and whilst he put on his boots to go outside, his sister greeted him at his door.

"Hey," Reynard replied, and when he looked up, he was taken aback by the state of her. She had dark eye bags under her eyes as if she hadn't slept as well, her eyes were puffy and tinged red from crying all night, and there were pillow marks on her cheek. "Are you okay?"

Rosa shrugged, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

"Bad night. Where are you off to so early in the morning?"

Reynard grunted, tugging at the laces of his boot. "Uncle Franke's. I need to tell him about Father."

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