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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 stormed down the hallway, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she cursed under her breath. 


She had never been the type to chase after someone, never been the kind of girl to beg for attention. Yet here she was, feeling like a fool. 


After everything, he still treated her like this. Distant. Cold. Like she was some burden he had to tolerate. 


She reached her chambers, yanked the door open, and slammed it shut behind her. 


"Idiot," she muttered, stripping off the dress she had worn with so much confidence just an hour ago. She grabbed the nearest robe and threw it on, her movements sharp and frustrated. 


This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Is this how things go in royalties. 


She collapsed onto her bed and buried her face into the plush pillows. 


Talking to herself had always been a habit—one that no one in the palace seemed to understand. But right now, she didn't care. 


The need to kiss her