Summary
I was trapped in a novel where the supporting male characters, bereft of the female protagonist, were driven mad by the war. And I was trapped as an extra princess in a country that would be destroyed by the chaos. I only wanted to have one successor to carry on the abilities of the mermaid descendants in order to protect the father I loved and our people, but… The man I spent last night with turned out to be that crazy emperor. He pretends to care, then gets more obsessive, even treating me like a pregnant woman? Where did his confidence that I was pregnant suddenly come from? Please, let me be free!