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 25: Apparently, Terror Is a Compliment


Rin just stared at me while Versha blinked her eyes, waiting for me to inform them of what they asked.


"You guys are really serious about this?" I asked them, and they nodded in unison again.


"Marrok," I said, pointing at him. "You are the less scary one among the three of you."


Even Rin's feathers—or hair, or whatever that was—seemed to halt mid-sway.


Marrok frowned, confused and offended. "Less… scary? Me?"


"Yes." I gestured at him broadly. "You're still intimidating, but compared to them? You're practically normal."


Versha tilted her head, eight eyes widening. "Normal?"


I turned to her. "You have multiple eyes. That alone is terrifying."


Versha stared at me like I had just told her she ruled the kingdom. I didn't pay any mind to the weird reaction; besides, I was still getting used to those eyes of hers staring at me.


Chapter 25 - Apparently, Terror Is a Compliment