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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 next morning, Lylie woke up in a foul mood. 


She had tossed and turned all night, her mind replaying the moment Michael had kissed her—and then rejected her. 


She was his wife, for gods' sake! The least he could do was act like it. 


Throwing off the covers, she stomped toward her wardrobe, muttering under her breath. 


 "Oh no, he's too good to touch me, too powerful to look at me like a real husband should. But I bet if I were some stuck-up noblewoman with a fancy title, he'd be all over me." 


She yanked out a gown—a bold red one, scandalously low-cut and tight in all the right places. If he wanted distance, fine. But she wasn't about to make this easy for him. 


Today, she would remind the king—and everyone—that she was Queen Lylie. 


Michael sat at the long oak table, pretending to listen to his advisors. 


Whoever questions my queen,questions me!