This Princess is an Extra

Princess Elinessa was enjoying her new life inside a fluffy novel; with jewels, gowns, and the ease of a crown. Determined to avoid the messy drama of the main plot, she chose to live quietly as a side character. And complete the novel by helping the main characters in their plot. But a strange glitch rewrote the story, merging it with something darker. Suddenly, a villain who was never meant to exist appeared… and his eyes were fixed on her.Will she manage to stay out of the rewritten tale and find a way back home, or be pulled into a fate that was never hers to claim? Come and find out in this slow-burn romance.EXCERPT:Elinessa’s breath came sharp and furious as she was running, soaked gown clinging to her frame, golden hair plastered to her cheeks.She turned around the corner, heart racing but she slammed right into him. A hand shot out. Fingers curled tight as steel wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist was pinned held high against the wall in Drayce’s iron grip and yet, her glare didn’t waver.She looked every bit a furious storm in silk and bruises. He looked...cold and quietly, unmistakably furious too. Drayce tilted his head, water dripping from his dark hair strands, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.“Running?” he said softly. Too softly.Elinessa yanked her wrist. But he didn’t let go, even tightening his hold on her.“Let me go,” she hissed, her voice trembling perhaps due to cold or anger.He stepped closer. Bringing his face too close to hers.“Feisty for a dove.” he murmured, breath ghosting against her rain-slick skin. “I decide who flies in my territory.”His golden eyes dragged over her face, slow and unbothered like he had all the time in the world.“You keep fighting like you're not already caged.”Elinessa’s eyes narrowed, voice steady even as her pulse pounded:“Careful, Your Majesty. Even caged birds bite. You were never meant to be part of my story,” she snapped, shaking with fury.His smile was bitter. Bladed he replied “And yet, here we are. The story is ours now”Elinessa (whispering):“Then I’ll rewrite the ending… before it rewrites me.”Drayce’s smile deepened not warm, but cold. Like a hunter who hadn’t caught a bird... but clipped its wings himself.