I died from overwork, and when I opened my eyes, I was transmigrated into a romantic fantasy novel?! But of all the possible roles, why did I have to end up as the royal princess’s proxy?! No meals because eating makes me sleepy, no sleep because 'there’s work to do', and here I am, forced to handle endless paperwork in her stead, just counting the days until I die from overwork again. Then one day, by some bizarre stroke of luck(?), I get kidnapped. But what kind of kidnapping is this comfortable? They feed me, let me sleep, and even pay me...?! And so begins my ridiculous confinement life with Grand Duke Blaire, my supposed kidnapper. Once a burnt-out K-office worker and now a slave to a princess, can I finally break free from the curse of overwork and protect this unexpectedly blissful life of captivity?