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 69: The Sweet Trap and The Thief


I had barely settled on the edge of the oversized bed—trying to decide whether I should collapse face-first onto it or pace a hole into the rug—when a sharp knock rattled the door.


I froze in shock but then remembered that there was a plan to lure the thief out.


I scrambled up and pulled the door open.


Rin stood there with a creepy… at least creepy to humans like me… but wide smile. She held a cake in her hands.


A small one, yes—but a cake all the same. It was round, frosted with a glossy glaze that shimmered faintly like melted pearls, and it smelled amazing.


Kethra was on her way to becoming one of my favorite people ever because of how good her food always ended up being.


Behind Rin were three gargoyles, each of them holding a different tray of sweet snacks. Biscuits, tarts, candied fruits. The candied fruits looked suspiciously like tiny caramelized eyeballs.


Chapter 69 - The Sweet Trap and The Thief