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[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

Princess Airie's hair swayed softly as the wind brushed through the curtains.

Donncahd held his hand out to her, and she placed her delicate hand on top. The man pulled her into his chest and smiled as he whispered to her. The smile didn't touch his blood-red eyes, however, as they looked at her hungrily, like a beast that caught a rabbit in its trap.

"I am glad you've come to love me."

"Y-you." The Princess stuttered. "How can you tell such a lie so easily?"

Donncahd leaned over and nibbled the side of her neck. She turned away and refused to let the prince steal her lips again. "We. Do. Have to do our duty."

"You're right." Donncahd agreed, the smile still in his voice. He placed his chin on her shoulder and traced her shoulder blade with his finger. The Princess felt his hard muscles pressing into her side, and the scent of leather and blood overwhelmed her. She shuddered.

"We are but a mere pawn of the kings." She looked up at the man.

The Drama