Reincarnated into your least favourite novel as the daughter of a poor count and already entered as a contestant for the future queen selection of the Cursed King….what exactly will you do?

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The air in the west wing’s antechamber was thick with the scent of rosewater, fear, and too many bodies crammed into a space meant for tapestries, not people. You stood among them, a splash of wrongness in your borrowed silk, feeling the ghost of Dorito dust on your fingers.

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