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 100: How Did Demons Who Looked to Be on the Verge of Death Recover So Easily?


"Ignivar," I said sharply, already moving. "Morthen—help him."


Morthen reacted instantly. He didn't ask questions, didn't hesitate. He adjusted his glasses and moved toward the desk the voice had come from, crouching down and reaching carefully around the mountain of parchment.


When Ignivar finally came into view, my breath caught in shock.


He wasn't injured, nor did he look like he was hurt, but that wasn't enough. Everything about him looked wrong—extremely so.


His usually solid frame looked hollowed out, his clothes hanging loosely on his body as if they no longer belonged to him. His skin had lost its healthy color, stretched thin over bone. His hair, which was normally a vibrant mix of flame-like colors, looked dull, like it didn't belong to him at all. His eyes had lost their color too.


Chapter 100 - How Did Demons Who Looked To Be On The Verge Of Death Recover So Easily?