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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

Because they were at the front of the line earlier, and Astrid and her group didn't delay much on the way, when they entered the designated classroom, there weren't many people inside yet.

Astrid glanced at the classroom's interior. The seats were arranged in four rows, two seats per row.

The front rows were for students to attend classes, while the back seats were reserved for teaching assistants, giving them a place to copy the lecturer's content from the blackboard.

Though reluctant, Amalia obediently let go of Astrid's hand and silently followed Elise to the back row.

After placing her textbooks down, Astrid adjusted the skirt she was sitting on and noticed that despite not saying a word since entering, Lyra had proactively sat beside her.

Astrid straightened her posture, her smooth, black-stockinged legs elegantly crossed.

“...she is also my best friend.”