Amesaya

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]
Reborn into the world of her favorite novel, 'Auberon's Edge', as the maid of an unimportant side character - the doomed princess who would be married off to the villain and then killed in a fit of anger some time after they were married - Rache is faced with a moral dilemma: does she use her knowledge to flee the to-be-conquered nation and live somewhere she knows will be safe, or risk upturning the fate of the book by warning Princess Airie about her impending doom?

Before Rache can decide, she's ambushed in her bedroom by the princess' guard. Knowing how dangerous the black hearted prince of Sidera is, the princess declares she's forcing her maid to go in her place due to the maid bearing a striking resemblance to her own rare features, while the real princess goes into hiding until her parents can find a way to get untangled from Sidera's web.

"Remember, if the prince finds out the truth, he'll kill you first."

Trapped in a marriage to a cold-hearted sadist who only loves violence, railroaded into a pointless ending before the story even begins. There is no escape to this twisted romance but death.

Rache - the new Princess Airie - will not go so quietly into the night.

"Let's break up!"

The Villain's Cannon Fodder Bride

She also didn't have any kind of clock or watch, so that was...

Actually not the smartest idea. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there, and it was so easy to lose track of time.

Sitting out in the garden didn't feed her body, but it did give her peace and comfort that no other place did. And there was the chance...

She had boldly said she'd force her way back out here if she had to, but if he simply placed guards, there was no real way she could get past them.

Not in this frail body, for certain.

Anyone who glanced at her would know that.

She stayed until the sun began to set and the chill began to become unbearable. Only then did she push herself to her feet, shivering and walking back into the palace. Her teeth chattered, and she rubbed her arms with her hands.

The Servant Hall