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The Villain's Cannon Fodder Bride

[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!"

Amesaya · Fantasy
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129 Chs

The Cold Tent

The Prince did not look particularly amused.

But.

Saying such a thing was useless. That was about as useful as 'Sidera was looking rainy'. It didn't mean anything more than the usual state of affairs.

Donncahd was not a man often amused.

He just happened.

To be less amused.

Right then.

Sharing a smaller and more makeshift tent with her, pitched in the mountain pass in the dead of the night as they waited out a snow storm that made it too cold and dangerous to try to navigate in.

It wasn't as if she'd done anything to make the snowstorm start. She hadn't said anything that cursed them or tempted fate, now did she?

No.

She didn't.

She was a hapless captive of the journey, too busy shivering in the cold to be manipulating anyone.

Least of all the prickly prince who hated manipulation above all else.

She could get spicy and defiant, that much she admitted.