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 carriage came to a halt in front of a store labelled 'Zabell&Glace'.

The coach came around to the door and helped Yvonne off the two brass steps till she was standing on the pavement. Yvonne had expected for the coach to drive off and leave her be, but he waited expectantly by her side.

"Won't you leave?" Yvonne asked, her back facing the boutique door.

The coach's forehead wrinkled in confusion, as if he couldn't believe what he was asked.

"Of course not, Your Highness," he answered. "It is now my job to make sure your visit is safe, seeing that you brought along no guard of your own."

"Hmm..." Yvonne wondered how she could get rid of him so she could trot off to the pond by herself, but it seemed that the man was in no hurry to leave.

Her Rendezvous [I]