I woke inside the novel one hour before my character slapped the saintess and ruined her own life.
Ivy Marrow, villainess, jealous fool, dead by chapter twelve.
No, thank you.
I left the ballroom through a servant corridor and used my stolen engagement ring to unlock the royal prison tower.
Prince Adrien, the male lead, was upstairs dancing with destiny.
His younger brother was chained below the palace, forgotten by every chapter summary I had ever read.
Kaien lifted his head when I entered, one silver eye glowing beneath his messy hair.
"You are not my executioner," he said.
I held up the key. "Worse. I am your plot twist."