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 voice was soft, quiet, and yet it sent a shiver of unease down her spine.

She turned, her eyes falling on a woman standing at the entrance to the library.

A cold kind of beauty, one that felt sharp and unforgiving, but beautiful all the same. Her black hair was pulled into an elegant bun, her skin pale, her lips blood red, and her eyes...

They were a rich violet color, like Rache's own, except they seemed darker and more vibrant than hers, and there was something dangerous in the gaze of those eyes. It made Rache uneasy.

Rache had no idea who she was. But that wasn't particularly surprising, she had no real clue about Sideran nobility at all. She was certain, however, that whoever this was she wouldn't like.

The woman was looking her over with a sneer of distaste.

"How lovely." The woman said, her tone dripping with derision.

The Noblewoman