"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say.

Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life.

After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart.

But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots.


Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic.

To do that, she’ll need power of her own.

And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence.

With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will—
She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk.

After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours.

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Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp.
“Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?”

Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.”

His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.”

She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.”

Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.”

He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door—

But Lucian’s voice booms behind them.
“Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.”

Kaelen pauses. Glances back.
“I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.”

A smirk tugs at his mouth.
“Even if it means going against you.”

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The rhythm of the drums shifts abruptly, a heavy THUM followed by a sharp silence. The crowd parts as the First Fang steps forward, but she has changed. 


She's shed her regal poise for something more primal, wearing simple garments made of broad, dark leaves. Her skin is now covered in the same markings as ours, but hers pulse with a brilliant, steady silver light.


Elena stands up instantly, and I follow her lead, Mirael scrambling to her feet beside me. We move toward the fire, joining the hundreds of Felyr as they form a massive, expectant circle around the central basin.


The drums become booming and hypnotic, vibrating in my very chest. The First Fang begins to chant, her voice carrying a weight that seems to make the air itself heavy:


The response from the crowd is a collective roar that makes me jump:


Chapter 155 - A Princess and Her Truth