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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 Hot Meal

A long sigh broke her out of her napping. Donncahd, looking bored as usual, just turned his back to her and walked to the door flap.

She blinked groggily at him for several seconds.

He stared at her in silence.

And then the tent opened to admit the delicious smell of hot meat.

And a person to deliver it.

Oh.

That's what he had been doing.

She squinted at the prince as he returned, holding out the plate for her with no apparent joy whatsoever.

She took a few bites from it and sat up slowly, the warmth of the meal warming her fingers and giving her the strength to move without being in danger of shivers.

After a moment, she turned to look at him.

Donncahd, now sat next to her with his own plate, raised a brow in her direction and waited silently. When she still failed to speak after some moments of him staring, he snorted.