The Princess Is A Villainess

this, anyway? How did I end up here? As far as I know, I wa

is about to burst out of my chest. But I can't stop

som

ng me, but I can't see anyo

ut. I don't care

ponds to me. The faint moon, partially obscured by clou

aceful, unlike at home, where all I hear is my stepmo

very move. The only downside is that no one wi

uc

ipped over a small rock. I looked at my knee and wi

and ran when I heard faint foo

asing me. I don't want to look at it. Most of the ti

I was already at the edge of a cliff. I thought that was the most surprising

rlier! Did I accide

nd clutched my chest,

even harder for me to think

ed pri

why I turned around. When I did, a t

e eyes were as beautiful as they almost drowned me. His vo

he pointed his sword at my neck. There were traces of bl

I didn't even know why I said that

d of these events. Has t

d rested on my cheek, and I gasped when I saw it was wet with my

ore afraid of

against the wall. He stared at me with

ded, but he

why was it like this? His sword was aimed at my che

ella! D

why my back hurts. Someon

sed to see Anastasia, one of my sisters, in

by the way her eyebrows were furrowed. I wanted to laugh becau

d. Why was sh

the wall clock, and I glanced at it. "It's already six, stupid! You haven't cooke

ed pri

eam I had earlier. If Anastasia hadn'

daydreaming again.

lity when a pair of s

eir personalities are entirely different. Anastasia is talkative, while Das

they treat me more like a servant. No matter how kind I

Every day, my patience seems to be constantly tested, but I always endure it. I

l cook

dimwit!" Anastasia complained. "Come on,

able due to hunger. After all, I'm the onl

dn't finish her complaint when she suddenly screamed. She pointed

y exclaimed, followed by Anastasia. They q

take care of these mice. I feel like

eers," I said with a smi

oise as if they were talking back to me. Someti

will you

the dream I had earlier. It wasn't the first time I d

t be a

I'm just

reparing the clothes I would sell later. It was one of

table. My stomach rumbled immediately when I felt

d a proper meal in this hou

" I tried to convince mys

se are you t

iliar voice behind me. When I turned aroun

hun

e kind of food for dogs like you?"

I hadn't even had a sip of water. The refrigerator was locked

spoiled food again. I hoped she woul

my head with the newspaper she was holding. "This is

ce. Anastasia and Dasha, who were silently watchi

another day, and my h

as in the basement, tolerating the spoiled veg

w if I could eat this food. I wanted to explode and tell them tha

ut I was getting tired. Every day

this e