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

[Meanwhile, Back at the Palace]

Yvonne made sure the hidden dagger did not slip out of her glove as she ran into His Majesty's arms with worthless glee and joy.

"My dear, I missed you so very much," Yvonne sighed as she wrapped her arms around the Emperor's thick neck. "Where were you?"

The Emperor snaked his fingers around his mistress's lower back and pulled her until her feet were barely grazing the floor. Yvonne tried to stay still despite her discomfort, but unable to do so, she slightly inched away from His Majesty's embrace.

"Oh, just...work..." the Emperor sighed as he slipped off his heavy robe with thick fur at the edges. Yvonne immediately took it from him and hung it on a hook by his massive closet. "You know how hard it has gotten for me lately, especially since your ladies' tea party is overhead. When is it again?"

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