I reincarnated into a romance fantasy novel where a warm, sun-like saintess falls in love with a warmongering tyrant. "The Emperor enters a contract marriage with the female lead and they fall in love? That’s gossip for the high society circles." For an imperial palace official who doesn't even qualify as an extra, whether I have to work overtime tomorrow is a much bigger concern. Still, after working my butt off like a good little citizen, I thought a gorgeous boyfriend was my hard-earned reward... "You mean we're just going to hold hands this whole time and save the kissing for the wedding?" "You're going to regret this." "No, I won't." Is it too late to take those words back? ...I should've known he was too handsome to be an extra. "Lina, are you really planning to hit and run on the Emperor?" A romance fantasy novel by Becket,