Death by overwork? Check. 

Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. 

All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. 

But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me.

And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. 

What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts.

Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. 

Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. 

But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband..

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"...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls."

I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words.

The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too."


What?

Chapter 59: The Problem With Petitions (and the Gargoyle With Exactly One Braincell)


Ignivar learned one thing today: the only person in existence who could make Zorathys do something he didn't want to do—truly didn't want to do—was Elyn. Even then, the demon king did it with the enthusiasm of a cat being forced into a bath, but he still did it. He did it sloppily but it was better than nothing.


Ignivar couldn't decide if Zorathys feared her, respected her, or both. Honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. All he knew was that in over five hundred years, not one person had managed what this small human woman had achieved in less than a week.


He was convinced she had powers like a demon had. She had to. There was no other explanation.


Elyn sat slumped in the chair now, looking like her soul had already left her body.


"How is this my life?" she sighed, rubbing her face.


Chapter 59 - The Problem With Petitions (and the Gargoyle With Exactly One Braincell)