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?

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There was no warning beyond the sudden surge of water at her feet and the sharp crack of stone beneath her claws. One moment she was trembling in rage; the next, she was moving—fast, violent, both heads snarling as her long arms reached for Zorathys.


I stepped directly into her path and threw my hands up, palms out, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs it felt like it might shatter them.


"Wait!" I said, my voice louder than I expected. "Please—stop!"


Grivessa skidded to a halt inches from me, water splashing up around my feet. Her claws hovered in the air, close enough that I could feel the cold dampness radiating from them.


Both of her faces twisted in irritation.


"Move," she snapped. "This does not concern you."


I shook my head, even though every instinct in my body screamed at me that standing between her and Zorathys was a terrible idea.


Chapter 116 - The Art of Not Starting a War on a Portal Platform