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The path of fate (Akatsuki no yona fanfic)
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Ongoing, First published Aug 07, 2015
We all want to be rich, right?

 To be woken up every morning by a maid, to be given a dancing lesson and swordsmanship lesson, to be dressed elegantly, to eat something high class every day, and to be an heiress to a high named family. That will make people expect something from you. 

It would be a good life, Especially if you’re me. 

Yuyuko Saigyouji 

15, 5'0, Famous, beautiful, rich, born with a mysterious power that nobody knows except her best friend, about to inherit the family’s company, and someone who had lost her mother in a young age. 

Haha, not so great now, is it? 

What will happen if on her way home, she finds herself being surrounded by a mysterious mist? And before she knows it, she is now in front of the Hiryuu castle!


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