A BRIDE FOR THE DEMON KING

A BRIDE FOR THE DEMON KING

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She was forced to marry a monster. He needed her to break his curse. Falling in love was never the deal. Princess Seraphina is sent to wed the feared Demon king. A man shrouded in darkness and secrets. Her plan? Make him hate her enough to send her back. But the palace is alive, the king is not what he seems. The longer she stays, the more she craves his darkness and touch. Dark, twisted and addictive. One bride, one demon, one curse that could end them both.

Chapter 1 THE BARGAIN

CHAPTER ONE: The Bargain

The day of her wedding smelled like iron and lavender.

Seraphina sat motionless in the velvet-lined carriage as it rolled through the last stretch of human land. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. Her gown shimmered in the fading light-lace and jewels and the heavy weight of duty stitched into every seam.

She had not chosen it. She had not chosen any of this.

Outside, soldiers rode in silence, their armor bearing her family's crest. None of them looked at her. Not anymore.

Beyond them, the sky had started to change.

It was subtle at first-a shift in color, the air growing colder. The soft pastels of twilight faded into something sharper, deeper. A dull violet haze clung to the horizon like smoke.

Seraphina had never seen the border before.

But now that she was here, she understood why no one ever returned from beyond it.

The road ended in a stone arch. Tall. Weathered. Covered in black moss and strange runes that pulsed faintly in the dying light.

The soldiers stopped. The horses snorted uneasily. Not a single bird sang.

And then the carriage moved forward-alone.

Seraphina sat straighter. Her spine was steel, even if her stomach twisted.

She would not beg.

She would not cry.

And she would not be afraid of a man who had to hide behind shadows and magic.

A husband she had never seen.

A kingdom no one spoke of without whispering.

A bargain made by her father in the dead of night-for power, for peace, for reasons he never explained.

The carriage passed beneath the arch.

The world changed.

Light dimmed unnaturally. The sky deepened into bruised violet. The trees bent inward, their leaves dark as ink, their trunks weeping sap that shimmered like silver. The air thickened. Sound dulled.

She'd crossed into Veyrith.

The Demon King's realm.

Her new home.

The carriage slowed.

Outside the window, black stone towers rose like claws from the earth, twisting toward the sky. A palace carved from obsidian and shadow. No torches burned. No servants waited.

Just a long staircase.

And at the top, a figure stood.

Tall. Unmoving. Cloaked in night.

Her heart knocked once-hard-before she willed it silent.

The carriage door opened.

Seraphina stepped out without hesitation, her silks whispering around her ankles.

The figure did not move.

She met his gaze-those eyes, burning faintly red from beneath his hood-and raised her chin.

"I am Princess Seraphina of Aeloria," she said, voice even. "Daughter of the High House. Bride of the King."

The man said nothing.

She took the first step up the stairs.

He watched her like a predator deciding whether to strike.

Good, she thought.

Let him underestimate her.

She had no plans to be a quiet queen.

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