LoraleiOrphee

(Alternative title: I Can Cut Through Anything)

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After dying from overwork, Riven is reincarnated into a war-torn world where holy power and arcane magic clash for dominance. Born into poverty and orphaned at twelve, he survives with his younger sister by scavenging weapons from the corpses of fallen soldiers.

That is, until he finds a gravely wounded woman in front of his house.

Moved by a strange sense of compassion, Riven saves her life—unaware that she is the infamous Mad Queen, a ruthless monarch who slaughtered her entire royal bloodline.

In return for his kindness, she teaches him how to wield a sword—an art that awakens a terrifying power within him: the ability to cut through anything.

But power comes at a cost. Her gaze shifts from gratitude to obsession. And now, bound by a twisted marriage to a queen whose love is as dangerous as her blade, Riven must decide: will he run from her... or embrace the madness she offers?

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Author's Note

Hi everyone, I’m a new author here.

To be honest, I got tired of the same old harem tropes—stories where the male lead collects girls like trophies without any real emotional depth. So I decided to write something different.

This is a dark fantasy romance centered around one woman only: a yandere queen whose love is as dangerous as her power.

Yes, the story contains R-rated scenes—expect some heat.
But it’s not just about that.

This novel will dive into:

Deep character development,

The twisted yet intimate relationship between Riven and the Queen.

Royal politics and war,

And Riven’s journey to become the strongest swordsman in the world.


As a beginner, I genuinely welcome any feedback, comments, or even low ratings. Whether you give me five stars or just one, it’ll help me improve and I truly appreciate it.

Thank you for reading.
I hope you enjoy the madness.

I Got Married to a Yandere Queen

Riven descended Ashtoria's body with scorching kisses—starting from her chin, then gently nipping her ear, moving down her cheek to her pale neck. Each brush of his lips left searing imprints, as if her skin were a canvas he sought to mark with his possession.

When his gaze caught the scar beside her breast, his breath hitched. Without hesitation, he lowered his mouth to it—not to heal, but to acknowledge.

Ashtoria's fingers tangled in Riven's coarse black hair, gripping tightly. She didn't understand. Didn't comprehend why this man explored every inch of her with such ravenous hunger. As if Riven wanted to devour her whole, consume every shred of innocence beneath her cool flesh.

Chapter 56 - Hunger Like a Prayer