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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!"

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The Crackling Fire

"Get yourself dry. If you become sick, you'll have to treat yourself." He turned and strode out of the tent.

She wasn't sure how she was supposed to get herself dry, other than just huddling up next to the fire. A large part of her simply wanted to pass out in her wet clothes. At least she had her cloak and it had protected her a little bit.

But.

Well, she wasn't soaked to the bone, but in her fragile body, it probably didn't matter. Wet clothes were enough to make her sick if she wasn't careful.

If this wasn't their camp - if they were merely stopping for the night - her enduring all that carriage ride would have been for nothing.

She hated that idea.

Very much.

She grumbled.

As much as she wanted to pass out, she really had no choice: she needed to at least strip down to her small clothes if she wanted to ensure she didn't catch some kind of a cold.