Three years ago, a human girl married the Demon King and became queen of a court that never wanted her. Her husband rules from an obsidian throne with a voice like winter and eyes that never stay on her for long, turning their marriage into a ritual of polite distance and unanswered hopes. On the night of a lavish demon ball, whispers coil through the ballroom that the king has taken the elegant Lady Serithe to his bed—and while he sits silent and unbothered above them all, the rumors sink their claws into the human queen standing alone at the edge of the floor. As every mocking glance and careless word chips at the fairy tale she built in her head, she’s forced to confront a truth she’s never dared to touch: maybe she didn’t fall in love with the man on the throne at all, but with the fragile, breaking hope that one day he’d finally choose her.

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