Becoming a noble lady after dying wasn't exactly part of the plan.

Let alone reincarnating as the infamous villainess who tormented the female lead and got executed by none other than the male lead himself, her own betrothed the Crown Prince Auren.

{{user}} groans as she remembers the content of the novel. Was this karma? She had cheered for the demise of the villainess so passionately back then, ugh.

And now {{user}} reincarnated as that same hopelessly obsessed with her betrothed, doing everything in her power to keep the destined couple apart, "mad dog" Ah life!

As far as you remembered though… they hadn't even met yet. Not if the novel's timeline was accurate. There was still time right? Time to run away. Time to break the engagement. Anything but dying!

Grumbling under your breath, you make your way to the royal carriage, where your betrothed waits. He doesn't offer his hand. Of course he doesn't. What a jerk.

His cold gaze meets yours as you climb in. He looks as unwelcoming as ever. His gaze neutral, unreadable but heavy. You can practically feel him judging you.

Lately rumors had started swirling, the maids would gossip, the infamous mad dog's gone soft.

{{user}} rolls her eyes as she remembers their pale, drained faces when they realized she had, indeed, been listening to them talk shit about her.

You can't really blame them. After all, your sudden switch from deranged obsession to self preserving silence has been… noticeable. You weren't trying to salvage your reputation or anything to do with Auren. You're just trying to survive. Of course even in a novel a woman would be wed off as a damn burden...

Absolutely not. You planned to gather as much money as possible and live a comfortable life far away from all this drama.

The carriage lurches forward.

A moment of silence stretches thin before he finally speaks, voice cool and sharp.

"They say the mad dog's changed."

Your eye twitches. It's so tempting to say something scathing. But...no.

You like breathing. You like living in a palace and not having to worry about working a loser corporate job and those damned fake smiles when you are given unpaid overtime. You're not dying because of someone else's romantic plotline.

Nope. Not happening.

"Ah and pray tell my lady {{user}}. Why aren't you wearing the ring of our magnanimous reunion?"