[HEROINE’S POV]
Securing my good ending was infuriatingly difficult. Though I could see the script, I wasn’t the director of this world; that power belonged solely to the Author.
I was profoundly bored and lonely, yet that wasn’t the worst of it. The threat of my own mortality, the fear of being abruptly erased, was constant.
But so far, everything had beco a monotonous routine.
Daimon, that pathetic swine, was too easy to manage. He was an Emperor utterly controlled by external forces, and he sought so semblance of comfort and authority by controlling .
I wasn’t socially gifted, I simply saw what needed to be done and flawlessly executed the behavior.
Still, everything was proceeding precisely as planned until now.
Agrona, that woman, seed remarkably unbothered by the unfolding chaos.
In fact, the rumor mill suggested that imdiately after my scandalous promotion to consort, she was already preparing the divorce and had secured a new candidate to replace Daimon.
My guess, confird by my observations, was Julian d’Arcy.
Unfortunately for Agrona, Julian was destined to beco one of the heroine’s Jewels.
While he was undeniably useless in terms of strength and standing, even copper holds value.
He was the perfect key for my future plans: gaining access to his aristocratic military household and eventually bringing the military faction to my side.
A hopeless romantic at heart, Julian longed for a woman in the mold of his mother, an idealized wife whom he could simultaneously adore and control.
Ostracized in his youth by his hyper-masculine brothers, Julian nurtured a fierce desire to be different from other n.
Tragically, this quest led to internalized entitlent as he saw himself as a savior, yet he was ultimately just as flawed and controlling as the very people he despised.
Therefore, I made my way to the National Library, Julian’s predictable refuge, and found him exactly where the script said he would be.
That was exactly how it was supposed to happen, wasn’t it?
So why, in this mont of perfect execution, was the woman I despised standing directly in front of , obstructing my plans?
"Oh!" she exclaid, her voice dripping with the fakest surprise.
What a magnificent bitch.
Even as a fictional character in this novel, Cressida had the unique ability to grind my nerves into dust. "Is that you, Lilithia?"
Maintaining composure in that mont was nearly impossible. The flood of contradictory emotions threatened to shatter .
First ca disbelief, it was like seeing a ghost because she was a character designated as "dead" and officially scrubbed from the script.
That gave way to raw anger, fueled by everything she had done to before I even realized this world was fictional.
Logically, my true fury should have been directed at the Author.
But Cressida was the living, breathing symbol of my greatest fear, a constant reminder of my fictional mortality.
I couldn’t afford to show that terror, the desperate drive to feel real and ensure I was never erased from existence.
It was baffling. Why was the other Jewel, Genevieve, here, acting as Cressida’s escort?
The answer hit with the force of a blow.
It wasn’t Julian who was the potential new lover for Agrona. I had rarely seen him near the villainess. It was... Cressida?!
Had the Author added a massive plot twist? Was I going to be the one erased now, taking the place of the character whose story was never ant to be told?
I hate this. I hate this, I hate this.
I don’t wanna die. Just, please, I just want to be real.
The fear is a chokehold. I can’t be alone in this world, this empty, fabricated space. Once the ending cos, will I be gone too? Will I just... dissolve?
If the Author has changed the story, then must I change as well? Does this force to actively fight the script and challenge their supre power?
Should I?
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