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 334: The King Who Refused to Let Go (Literally)


It was the next day, and somehow, impossibly, the children were already in the palace.


I had barely finished dressing when I heard the commotion echoing through the halls—the unmistakable sound of small feet running, excited voices overlapping, and the occasional shriek of delight that could only come from a group of children who had been waiting for this moment all night.


I walked into the grand entrance hall and was immediately surrounded.


Aziren was the first to reach me, his small arms wrapping around my legs with the kind of desperate affection that made my heart ache. I bent down and picked him up, settling him on my hip as the others crowded around me.


"Your Majesty," Velira said, her wings fluttering with excitement. "You finally decided to grace us with your beauty."


"We've been waiting forever," Thalira said.


"Like, forever forever," Retheris added.


Zayrion adjusted his glasses and nodded solemnly.


Chapter 334 - The King Who Refused to Let Go (Literally)