The atmosphere in the banquet hall was quite intense, the sound of the high-ranking nobles muttering to each other, disgusted looks painted on their faces. Some of them were silent, and some of them were chuckling at the 'lowly peasant' in front of them. They were all looking down on Lady Ophelia from the De Clare family, the highest ranking noble family in the country.

Lady Ophelia looked at them with her cold, blue coloured eyes that were no longer filled with emotion; both of her arms were held tightly by the royal guards, preventing her from a potential escapade. Unlike those looking down on her she was dressed poorly for the occasion, a plain seemingly unwashed brown dress, her beautiful yet elegant silver hair flowed like a river behind her... well, used to. Back then it made her receive unwanted attention, today the hair was greasy, rather filthy, and definitely did not flow like a river on this day.

'The sins you have committed were unacceptable, you were already a disgrace to the De Clare family, yet you attempted to poison the crowned princess.' a well dressed young man with dozens of medals clinging to his shirt pocket said as he waved his sword around Ophelia's neck.

Ophelia stopped struggling against her restraints and scoffed, eyes pointing up to the ceiling for a split second, then back at the prince 'I, Lady Ophelia from the De Clare house, could say the incident of poisoning was not entirely my fault.' with confidence, she said.

'You filthy peasant dare say it wasn't your fault, and with such aloofness in attitude' the crown prince looked more furious than before, face blooming with red as he placed the sword a few inches away from her neck, slowly a line of red could be seen on her fair skin, drops of blood falling into her lap.

She barely flinched.

'Is it true that Lady Ophelia wasn't at fault?' the crowned prince raised an eyebrow in the direction of Lady Ophelia's maids

'Yes, his royal highness, Lady Ophelia was the one who made the tea and the lady told me to send it over to her royal highness, I wasn't aware of the situation as I thought my lady had a change of heart for her royal highness, so please, spare my lady.'' one of the maids said as she begged on her knees while the others nodded their heads, as much as they pleaded you could see the small smirks they snuck from time to time, they were enjoying their lady's suffering..

And with that, the crowned prince used two hands to grip the hilt of his sword, swinging it with all his might.

Ophelia's head rolled to the floor, eyes unblinking as always.

A deep breath was breathed

'NOW WHAT KIND OF LITERAL BULLSHIT IS THIS' I yelled as I threw my phone across the room

'Is the prince dumb how can that asshole just kill off MY Ophelia without solid proof," I sat up from laying on the bed then gripped my hair "it was all made up by those stupid maids who decided to backstab her. Just because she has a icy cold personality doesn't MEAN she would do shit.'' I pouted and crossed my arms.

I continued to sulk for a few more minutes, then laid down on the bed with an exhale, eyes closed.

'Whatever, I'm not continuing this novel anymore since the love of my life has been killed'. I said bitterly.

My name is Woo Hye-Jin and I'm currently studying in university .To be frank ,I do not have the best looks nor I'm a top student. The only thing I find myself good in is that I have…

A….

Huge....

Novel….

Addiction.'

'....'

Cough cough.

But right now at this very moment, my lovely Ophelia just got beheaded for such a childish reason, I totally did not waste all my money to support the author JUST to see Ophelia die like COME ON.

'They should've come up with a better reason to make the crowned princess and the crowned prince have happy endings.' I muffled into the pillow.

Sleep was slowly starting to take over, I wasted so much energy reading that stupid novel.

Sigh I wonder if I'll be able to make it to class tomorrow… Hmm I don't think I finished one of the assignments that's due the next day.... What am I gonna have for breakfast when I wake up? Waffles? Pancakes? Or-

'Lady Ophelia, please wake up'

I growled as I covered myself under my blanket, nope, I don't want Lady Ophelia for breakfa- wait.

Did they just say Lady Ophelia?

I sprung out of bed and looked at my surroundings, the room was screaming with luxury, then I proceeded to look at a familiar person who dressed up as a maid .

'My lady, I drew a bath specially for you, please do wash up. If you need anything I'll be in the other room,' the person in the maid outfit said with a bow and left the room, leaving me dumbfounded.

Is this some kind of prank my university made? Maybe they actually did have a sense of humor I thought to myself as I walked to the mentioned bathroom that was situated on the right side of this new bedroom I'm in.

'What the-

I looked at the mirror, eyes widening, REALLY unsure of the environment I'm in now.

'Have I become....Ophelia De Clare?'