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Lylie has always been too much-too talkative, too bold, too stubborn. Society adores her, but her family sees her as nothing more than an inconvenience. So when she gets selected as a candidate for marriage to the cold, ruthless King, Lylie seizes the opportunity-not for love, but for freedom.

But being queen isn't as simple as wearing a crown.

Michael is everything she expected-distant, intimidating, and completely uninterested in love. Their marriage is a transaction, nothing more. Yet, Lylie refuses to be a silent, obedient wife. She challenges him, teases him, and slowly, cracks begin to form in the walls he has spent years building.

As she navigates court politics, jealous rivals, and the ghosts of Michael's past, Lylie realizes she doesn't just want the title of queen-she wants the power that comes with it. And if Michael thinks she'll bow to him like every other woman, he has another thing coming.

Because she is not a princess waiting to be saved.

She is a queen-and she will reign.

But in a palace full of secrets and a husband who refuses to let himself feel, Lylie must decide: Will she fight for the throne alone... or will she break through Michael's icy heart before it's too late?

I am a queen, not a servant Michael

Lylie stood there, her heart pounding in her chest as she gazed up at Michael. His eyes were stormy, a storm she didn't know how to navigate. There was something dangerous in his gaze, but she couldn't bring herself to look away. 


 Maybe it was the way he was standing so close to her, or maybe it was the rawness of his voice when he admitted his fear of her, of the way she made him feel things he wasn't ready to deal with. 


Without thinking, she took a small step forward, closing the distance between them. Michael's breath hitched. 


Lylie's heart pounded louder, but she couldn't stop herself now. She lifted her tiny hand, fingers trembling, and cupped his jaw. He didn't pull away. He didn't even move. And with a slow, almost tentative motion, she pressed her lips to his. 


The cold rejection