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

The boy started down the hallways, his steps quick.

She hurried after him, trying to match his pace, and failing.

It wasn't that he was moving too fast. No, if anything he was slowing his steps to allow her to keep up.

As usual, as ever, her body was a frail and pathetic one, incapable of doing something as simple as moving with speed or purpose.

Her cheeks heated with shame at that, but the boy didn't seem to notice it, or didn't say anything if he did.

They moved through the twisting, winding corridors in silence for several long minutes, before she couldn't bear the awkward quiet between them any longer.

"Ciaran," She asked softly, "...What are you doing here, anyway?"

His steps stuttered slightly. He glanced back at her, and she caught a look of uncertainty in his expression before he turned away again. His voice was quiet when he responded, "Oh. Just...helping my sister."

The Map Maker