Renee doesn't want to die
915 Words
Renee was awakened by the crisp bird chirping outside the window, and she opened her eyes.
With the hangover combined with hypovolemic shock, waking up, she felt like her soul was trapped in this already cold and stiff body.
Just like she had died all over again.
She endured discomfort and looked around at the almost unfamiliar surroundings.
The magnificent arched ceiling, gorgeous crystal chandeliers, sunlight streaming through, dazzling and blinding.
She propped herself up, looking around.
Colorful murals, dark red curtains embroidered with vine patterns, arched floor-to-ceiling windows.
Looking out the window, she could see the pear-shaped golden dome of the nearby Baroque palace and rows of white marble columns.
In the late autumn, a row of tall oak trees swayed like golden brooms in the wind. In the huge fountain outside the palace, several water jets continuously gushed towards the central bronze statue, splashing out rings of sparkling water.
Wow! What a luxurious and flamboyant scene!
Yesterday, she came back when it was already dark. To ease the pain of her wound, she smoked and drank, not knowing how long she could live. She didn't pay much attention to here. Now, taking a look like this, her weak and languid spirit suddenly cheered up.
Spirit up!
Renee immediately got out of bed, accidentally pulling at the wound on her lower back, which immediately made her grimace in pain.
Damn!
Although she hadn't died... the wound hadn't healed at all...
Alright.
Helplessly, Renee could only drag this almost collapsing body to find a doctor.
Fortunately, at the time she arrived, the brutal elimination round had ended.
This meant that, as one of the survivors, she was now officially in!
In short, this was a monarchy, where the ruler enjoyed supreme power.
And the guards, to put it plainly, were bodyguards of the royal family.
Because the Leto dynasty was the wealthiest country, the selection criteria for the royal guards were naturally extremely strict.
It was not an exaggeration to say that they were one in a million.
Although there was a risk of being eliminated and killed, it was also an opportunity for the lower-class poor to change their destiny.
Charles was an orphan without parents, adopted by his uncle, but he had been mistreated since childhood. Not only did he have to work from a young age, but he often went hungry and was frequently subjected to insults and beatings.
So when the Leto dynasty recruited royal guards, he signed up. His uncle and aunt received a large sum of money, and they were overjoyed.
Although Renee didn't know the subsequent plot, she could guess that they would definitely suffer Charles's terrible revenge.
But what she couldn't understand was, the original owner knew Charles since childhood, they lived in the same alley, the little girl was kind-hearted and would occasionally share some food with him.
It was because of him that the original owner begged her parents to let her enter the palace with Charles.
The little girl trained diligently and hardly ever dragged Charles down. Even if he wasn't grateful, he shouldn't kill her.
So what grudge did he hold?
Renee's brain wasn't working well at the moment, she couldn't figure it out for a while, and she didn't bother to think about it.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she picked up the bottle, her arms trembling uncontrollably. She took a sip, but couldn't avoid the brown liquid flowing down from the corner of her mouth, staining the freshly bandaged white gauze.
She was too weak now. Although she barely managed to save her life, she was like an old piece of wood on the verge of decay. Even drinking liquid would drip down, and the stab wound in her waist still ached faintly.
After all, she had been through so many worlds, and even in such a bad situation, she could still think positively.
Being an NPC also had its advantages.
She had a low profile. Unlike important female leads or supporting roles, even if she didn't cause trouble, there would be a lot of troubles coming her way automatically.
So as long as she healed her wounds and avoided Charles, the living Yama, she estimated that she could still live a carefree life in this oil-rich court.
Just as Renee was thinking this, a column of men in uniform passed by outside, immediately catching her attention.
Pure black military caps, pure black stand-up collar uniforms, making their figures look tall and straight, each of them with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs.
There was a circle of golden flowers on the military cap, double rows of golden buttons, golden cufflinks as decoration, and golden tassels hanging down from the golden shoulder epaulets swayed gently with their neat steps. Even though they were several meters away, just a glance was enough to make her heart skip a beat.
However, although there was some distance, Renee had sharp eyes and accurately landed on the most handsome face among them.
She blinked, becoming more and more familiar as she looked.
And at that moment, whether it was catching her gaze or wanting to see her die, Charles, standing in the queue, glanced sideways, and his eyes met hers in the room.
After freezing for two seconds, Charles whispered a few words to the person next to him, then suddenly stepped out of the queue, changed direction, and strode towards her.
Renee: ...
Could she still hide under the bed now?
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