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

"Another settlement is gone." The soldier in charge of delivering this message stood in front of the desk, his tone grimmer with each report he must deliver to their crown prince.

There wasn't a hint of fear or hesitation. Nor did his voice waver, despite the darkening expression of his liege.

Just a soldier doing his job, reporting his information.

But Donncahd, on the other hand...

He clearly didn't want this sort of report.

"Dead? All of them?" The crown prince's expression grew stormy.

"No survivors were found." The soldier shook his head. "There is no way to confirm that every person in the village died, but-" There was something in the man's expression.

"What?" The prince's red eyes darkened, as if he already knew the answer. His eyes were locked on the soldier in a hard stare. The man before him shifted uncomfortably. Not nervous or frightened, exactly.

The Ultimatum