"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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Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters

I look directly at Big Brother Lucian, my voice losing its usual playful bounce as I get totally serious. "Crown Prince, you are absolutely determined to not change the route of nature?"


Big Brother nods once, his expression hard as ice. "I would not. Nature is a balance that shouldn't be bent for convenience."


"Then," I say, turning my gaze away from him to look at the rest of the table, finally locking eyes with Mother. "I do believe we have much more time than just a few hours, Mother. Firstly, those quick-to-spoil goods are not going to magically rot by tomorrow morning. That means Big Brother can comfortably shield the empire tonight without the merchants losing a single coin. And given the distance the storm has to travel to reach the northern mountains and bounce back to the empire, that return trip might take..."


Chapter 230 - The Empire Chooses Nature