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Imagine waking up as the villain in your sister's cheesy fantasy novel. Yeah, not ideal, especially when that villain is destined for hatred, and a grim end in some forgotten dungeon. That's Astrid's new reality. Her old life? Gone. Her new mission? Survive. And step one means throwing the original script out the window.

But changing fate is way harder than it sounds. In a desperate move, Astrid makes the story's heroine, Lyra, her personal maid. Clever, right? Except teaching Lyra magic and treating her like, well, a person, backfires spectacularly. Lyra's gratitude twists into something intense, dark, and possessive.

And she's not the only one. Astrid tries mending fences with her powerful aunt, only to find herself smothered by a love that feels dangerously close to madness. Even her ambitious half-sister, originally her rival, gets weirdly attached after Astrid shows her a bit of warmth and helps her gain power using some modern-world smarts.

Astrid thought she was being clever, building alliances, creating intelligence networks, rewriting roles. She is changing the story, but it's warping everyone around her. Their loyalty? It's becoming obsession. Their affection? A dangerous fixation.

Now, Astrid isn't just fighting the plot. She's drowning in a mess of her own making – caught between people who crave her, tangled in lies and affections twisted way out of shape. Everyone wants her, and sharing isn't remotely on their agenda.

Princess’s Struggle for Survival

Elise was busy with other matters and hadn't returned yet, leaving only Lyra and Amalia in the dormitory.

These two, who were supposed to be enemies in the original story, were now getting along surprisingly well.

The white light fell on the book in her hands, Lyra opened her elemental vision, watching the free-floating light elemental particles in the air, gradually relaxing.

After about ten minutes, there was a soft sound from the bathroom door, and Astrid walked into the room in a black nightgown.

The thin fabric, damp from the steam, slightly translucent as she moved, faintly revealing her graceful figure.

Her two long, snow-white legs rubbed against each other, her skin glowing as if it could be squeezed to produce water.

Astrid spoke as she ran her fingers through her hair, letting the silver strands fall loosely behind her.

Elise doesn't want to embarrass her master