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 slowly blinked, focusing on the room - on the world around her that was very suddenly not outside, not among the endless reeds with nothing and nowhere in sight except the monster chasing her and those haunting red eyes.

Aside from Donncahd, whose large arms held her, Fiadh was in the room, a worried look on her face.

She knelt next to the bed, holding a wet rag in her hand.

Rache had a vague recollection that at some point there had been a rag on her head. Earlier.

Darrach looked up at her, sleepy and confused. He looked. Innocent. Completely unaware of the danger she'd been running away from all this time.

"Then...the..." She trailed off, voice slurring in exhaustion, dehydration, and. Confusion.

"It was only a dream, Highness." Fiadh smiled softly. "You are okay."

"Hardly." The man snapped above her head. "You have a fever."

The Bedtime Story