6 parts Ongoing "I hereby dissolve our prior engagement agreement!"
The crown prince's voice rang out across the grand hall, every syllable crisp and deliberate. He stood tall, his lover-the supposed female lead-clinging to his arm like a fragile flower in bloom. All eyes were on me, the villainess.
Did I feel angry? No. Humiliated? Not a bit. Affected by the judgmental stares of the gathered nobles? Not really.
Why, you ask? Because this was the moment I had been waiting for.
My role in this twisted fairytale as the villainess was complete. The script dictated that I should meet a gruesome end-execution, public shame, the works. It didn't matter. I had played my part, and with the prince's declaration, I was supposed to finally escape this world and return to my original one.
But fate had other plans.
Instead of a dramatic, bloody end as the story foretold, I was unceremoniously banished to the North, stripped of my title and wealth, and granted a new one: the Lady in the Colds.