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

Wake up and not be sore and tired and that be the way she knew she wasn't sick anymore at all. But instead...

Just laying in bed and being sick for so long made her sore and tired.

She could breathe better. There wasn't a weight on her chest.

And when she demanded Fiadh let her at least stand up, her legs didn't immediately fold under her.

She didn't have much time to bask in it, though.

As soon as she tried to take a step, that was apparently pushing it too far, and her legs collapsed.

This dragged Fiadh with her. They tumbled down with twin shrieks.

Darrach ran out of the way, leaping off the bed and onto the ground, then racing away from them, bleating unhappily as the two humans collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs on the ground, blankets tangling them together even tighter.

The Spill