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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

The morning after her coronation dawned bright and clear, the air crisp with the first touch of spring. Lylie stood by the window of her chambers, her eyes sweeping across the palace grounds. 


The grandeur of the throne room, the lavish feasts, and the crown on her head had all felt surreal the night before. But now, standing in her royal attire—a flowing gown of royal blue and silver—she realized that the coronation had not just marked the beginning of a new chapter in her life; it had reshaped her destiny. 


As she turned to leave the room, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The reflection was the same Lylie, yet it wasn't. Her eyes sparkled with something she had never seen before—confidence, power, and the undeniable weight of the title she now carried. Queen. 


"Your Majesty," a voice called out, interrupting her thoughts. It was the royal attendant, bowing respectfully before her. "The Queen Mother requests your presence for today's journey." 


The royal procession