"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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I release my magical Force, letting it ripple softly through the massive stone corridors of the palace to find Master Aerynthar's unique magical signature.


But it's not here. I stop mid-step in the grand hallway, the cold floor biting at my boots. The master isn't in the palace. Where could he have gone without telling me?


I hurry all the way down to the heavy palace gates, my heart pounding against my ribs. I look up at the giant, armored knights guarding the entrance. "Mister, did you see Master Aerynthar?"


The knights share quick glances, murmuring among themselves and asking if anyone had seen him leave. Finally, one of them looks down at me. "It seems Scion Aerynthar left a while ago for one of the storage fridge's cooling maintenance checks. Is there an urgent matter, The Rising Flame?"


"Yes! Can you please prepare a carriage for me to go there?" I ask, my voice sounding a little too desperate.


Chapter 300 - The Little Prodigy’s Panic