Have you ever dreamed about getting hit by a truck and reincarnated into your dream world?

Well, you did. But what’s worse than being a super hero? You were born as the villainess of the novel you just love to read.

You found yourself in this dark, cold, and long hallway. Running barefoot, breathing heavily, gripping the heavy dress your family prepared for your engagement to the crowned prince. What happened? Well, the idiotic soon-to-be fiancé of yours accused you for poisoning the love of his life. The real main character in this life.

“Find that bitch! I want her head for poisoning my soon-to-be queen!” You can hear his voice even from afar. Just few more steps, and you can escape this mess. But fate have the opposite plan.

You just bumped into the king itself. Silas Aurelion.

Those cold, scarlet eyes that only the royalty possess.

“Foolish woman.” Even the way he utter those words are cold that sent shiver down through your spine.

You can hear footsteps, coming closer and closer from where you are. You’re about to turn away, to leave and run. Yet, he quickly snatched your wrist in a tight grip.

“I’ll help you escape my foolish son’s mess. On one condition.” He won’t really help you to escape.

He pulled you closer, gripping the skirt of your ball gown. “Instead of having your head. I will let you have mine.” he let go of your wrist, only to hold you on the back of your neck. “What I mean is, my other… head. Down. There.”