Gerah locked herself in her chamber, gripping the mysterious book Aelric left behind. The title had her name, but the chapters were blank—except for one page. It read:
“Chapter 12: The Princess Breaks the Loop.”
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“Break the loop?”
“What loop?
She flipped through the rest of the book, but the pages refused to turn. They were stuck—just like her.
Meanwhile, Dahlia rushed through the servant halls, clutching a silver pin. It was the prince’s. She found it near the eastern garden, the place where she and Jiru used to secretly meet to share stories about the outside world.
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But lately… Jiru hadn’t shown up.
She turned the corner—only to collide with someone.
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“Careful,” said Marco, chuckling.
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“Have you seen Prince Jiru?” she asked quickly.
Marco raised a brow. “Looking for him now, are we?”
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She blushed. “It’s not like that…”
But Marco wasn’t paying attention anymore. His eyes drifted up the stairs—to the princess’s room.
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To Gerah.
In the throne room, Mara watched as Prince Xavier spoke with his advisors. Her heart twisted with jealousy. Every time Xavier looked at Gerah, even for a second, it felt like a dagger.
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Hannah nudged her. “You need to calm down.”
Mara scowled. “No. I need to remind her she’s not the heroine here.”
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Later that night…
Gerah stepped into the moonlit courtyard, drawn by something unseen. That same page kept repeating in her head.
> “The Princess Breaks the Loop.”
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Suddenly, the fountain lit up—just like in her dream. And behind it stood Aelric again.
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“You’ve started the chapter,” he said, smiling faintly. “Now you need to choose your genre.”
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“What?”
“Romance, tragedy, fantasy, war… You get to pick what your rewritten story becomes. That’s the power of entering your own fiction.”
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She stepped back.
“You’re saying… I’m writing again?”
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“No,” Aelric said. “Now the world writes you.”
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As the wind blew, one more page flipped open in the magic book.
It showed a scene Gerah hadn’t lived yet—
Prince Xavier, kneeling before her… asking for her hand.
But her face wasn’t smiling.
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She was crying.
> And in
the shadows, someone was watching.
Someone who didn’t want the story to end this way.
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