The Beloved Fiancée is likely to be the villain, so even if the heroine wins won't get the reward

Chapter 1(Prologue): Breaking off the engagement...?

"I can't stand your arrogance and viciousness... Duchess Elizabeth La Montrievre. I'm going to have to break my engagement with you!"

The dialogue, as in the novel, echoes in the chalk hall.
Just now, in the presence of all the people at the party of the Royal Academy, the Prince of Wales declared his desire of broke off our engagement.
"...I don't know what you mean."

"Don't you know? Do you not recognize the many things you've done to harass Miss Ulysses."

"I didn't do anything"

"I wonder if that is true"

In order to avoid stirring up strange rumors, I tried not to get too close to His Highness Vincent or Miss Ulysses.

Who would have thought that His Highness would become the victim of that novel's fate?
I knew that you were reading voraciously, but I wonder if you have escaped from the overcrowded education of the king
and have become absorbed in the world of the story.

His Royal Highness Vincent von Wiseworth is a man who excels in both the literary and military arts,
with his mother's flaxen hair and blue eyes, and his father's dignified features.
I don't know who said it, but he's called "Miracle of God's Creation," and it's the greatest crown prince of all the country's history.

I'm his political fiancé from the time when I had no idea who I was, but I believed that he was worthy to serve with my whole body and soul.
In the meantime, Miss Ulysses Merryfield is looking at His Highness Vincent with a somehow frightened look on her face.
The sight of this faithful reproduction of the novel scene, makes me dizzy.
Oh, maybe this is a dream. I wonder if there's a curse that's making me have nightmares, the more I think about it, the less real it seems.
She walked lightly on her heels, toes tucked into a lace-laden skirt.
"..........ouch."

Come to think of it, I have all sorts of blessings as the Crown Prince's fiancée.
Naturally, His Highness Vincent has also cast an even more powerful "Return of the Magic charm" than I have.
The likelihood of being manipulated or brainwashed is extremely low.
In other words...
This is reality, and His Highness Vincent's actions are done by His Highness himself.

"Oh, my goodness."

"I hope you understand that this is not something that I can make a decision on my own. I'll talk about it with His Majesty the King and my father..."
"I have His Majesty's approval, including to announce it here today"

At any rate, my words as I left the scene and tried to regain my posture were interrupted by an unbelievable statement.
His Majesty has given permission to break the engagement, if this is true, then the downfall of the Duchy of La Montriève is certain.

"Because if you don't..."

I fell my blood pressure descending in my body, in the midst of my wobbling vision, I saw Miss Ulysses.
While causing this much trouble, she was hiding behind His Highness with a look as she doesn't know what was going on.
But when our eyes met, she grinned- she was already happy and amused, and smiled as an evil woman from a position only I could see.

"..."

He's being manipulated.

The blood rushes to my head.
In an instant, I realized my own insignificance, while I was supposed to be training to be the next Queen.
I couldn't do anything about it.
I couldn't just brush off the flames that were coming down on her.
In order to protect the Kingdom from those who only care about their own interests, we had to take the initiative and crush them.
My consciousness blacked out as my blood pressure ramped up and down.
I lost my equilibrium and my body collapsed with a thud.
The moment-

"Fixing the Mirror!"

A cool voice resounded in the hall again.
Then someone caught me as I was about to hit the marble floor.

"I'm sorry I had made you support so much, Riza."
"Vince~~"

A nickname whispered that was only called when the two of us were alone. It's a great way to get the best out of the world.
Behind him was Miss Ulysses, whose sneer stiffened looking at the scene.