EonniWorld

Everyone knows the tale of the dreadful Beast King—a monster that demands a royal bride every year. No one knows what happens to them after the wedding. No one has ever returned.

Sophia? She was never supposed to be there.

Mistaken for the real princess, she was sent to him as a sacrificial bride. But instead of a beast with claws and blood-stained hands, she finds herself facing a dangerously handsome, arrogant, and incredibly irritating king. 

But what if the king isn’t the one holding the chains?
What if his curse hides a secret no one must uncover?
And worst of all—what if Sophia starts regretting wanting to escape?

The Wrong Bride for the Monster King

Elara glared at Sophie with pure hatred. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of her gown, then raised her arm and screamed:

Her guards, as if on instinct, drew their swords and moved toward Sophie. But before they could take even two steps, a crowd of armed men appeared from the shadows of the palace—villagers, former guards loyal to Darian, ordinary people ready to fight for their king.

The voices of men echoed through the courtyard as everyone drew their weapons, ready for battle.

The guards stopped. They looked around. Counted the people.

Twenty of them against a whole crowd of angry villagers and warriors.

One by one, silently, they slowly sheathed their swords and began retreating.

Sophie watched as Elara's color drained from her face. Her expression shifted from furious to shocked, then to completely helpless.

"No… NO! YOU'RE MY GUARDS! WHY ARE YOU RETREATING?! I ORDERED YOU!" she screamed.

"TRAITORS!" she screamed, throwing herself to the ground. "I'LL EXECUTE ALL OF YOU! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I AM THE FUTURE QUEEN! I AM—"

Her scream was cut short by Darian's cold and merciless voice.

He raised his hand, and one of his men immediately stepped forward.

"Put her in the carriage. Take her back where she belongs. And let her never return here."

Two large men grabbed her, despite her struggles and screams.

"LET ME GO! YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! DARIAN, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

She squirmed and cried as they forced her into the carriage. When the door slammed shut, Darian walked up and leaned against the frame, looking her straight in the eyes.

"If you ever return here… If you ever try to hurt Sophie, me, or anyone else in this palace… It will be your last day."

Elara shuddered, but her anger remained.

"I'll hate you for the rest of my life!" she hissed.

"Then enjoy your long life full of hatred… far from here."

He signaled to the driver, and the carriage began to move, disappearing through the palace gates.

Once the wheels were out of sight, Darian took Sophie's hand and led her inside.

As they entered the palace, a sudden silence fell. The servants gathered in the hallways, their eyes full of hope, but also fear.

One of the older maids shouted first and ran toward her.

It was as if that single shout was a signal for everyone else—everyone ran.

Sophie barely had time to react before the servants enveloped her in their arms, hugging her, crying, thanking the gods she had returned.

One of the guards even patted Darian on the shoulder.

The palace was filled with life once again.

THE FALL OF THE PRINCESS