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.

"Your Majesty, Empress Amalia. Her Highness the Princess has something urgent and asked me to inform you she must excuse herself for a moment."


After hearing the maid's report beside her, Amalia glanced around the hall. The cold, elegant figure wrapped in a black dress had already disappeared. Around the wine table stood many nobles holding champagne flutes, eager to approach and speak with her.


Something urgent... But it's already so late. Where could Sister possibly go...


Her two legs, sheathed in soft white silk stockings, stood gracefully upright, only the heels gently rubbed against the floor. After a moment, Amalia replied.


As the absolute center of tonight's banquet, she couldn't act entirely on whim. Numerous imperial nobles had traveled thousands of miles to the capital, all merely to get acquainted with the newly enthroned Empress of the Empire.


Chapter 463 - “Rest in peace...Father.”