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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

The next morning, Lyra woke up to faint sounds, rubbing her eyes as her blurry vision gradually cleared.

The sky outside was already bright, warm sunlight falling on the oak brown flooring, reflecting a delicate and soft luster.

Feeling an unexpectedly peaceful atmosphere in the dorm, Lyra even considered staying in bed a little longer.

But seeing the pillow across from her neatly folded, she quickly realized it was time to get up.

Sitting up straight and folding the blanket, Lyra carefully climbed down the ladder, her hands gripping it tightly.

The metal ladder felt cold, and her delicate feet could feel the chill on each step.

Only after slipping into fluffy slippers did Lyra feel warmth return to her soles. She hurriedly greeted the head maid, who had already finished her morning routine and was writing a report at the desk.

"Good morning, Elise. Are Astrid and Livia washing up?"

Princess Astrid must be doing this on purpose!