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 74: The Hatchling Claiming Elyn Is More Scary Than Zorathys


I honestly wasn't sure if I should pat the boy on the head…


Or pick him up and gently fling him out the nearest window.


Because there he stood — tiny, pale, blue-black hair dragging on the floor, blue eyes slit like a serpent's, and that small jewel glinting between his brows — staring up at me with the kind of seriousness only a very dramatic toddler could possess.


And he had just told me, with full confidence, that I was scary.


I am not scary. Even though all evidence from earlier today pointed to the fact that I could absolutely be scary… Ignivar and Naviel ignoring me like I was the plague, Morthen being rooted to the ground… okay, so maybe I was a little bit scary, but I was in no way more scary than Zorathys. I refused to believe that.


I put a hand on my hip and leaned forward slightly.


Azerion tilted his head. The movement was slow and very innocent.


Chapter 74 - The Hatchling Claiming Elyn Is More Scary Than Zorathys