Awakening in a novel, realization struck that you were the princess, destined for a harem and an ending with the male lead. Soon, you encountered the villainess–a noblewoman entangled in the plot due to her infatuation with the male lead.

As the male leads berated her, tears streamed down her face. In instinct, you shielded her, fingers clasped around her wrist.

"Don't hurt her," you interjected.

"Why?"

"Because I like her," you blurted, resulting in a startled shriek from the villainess.