The war was dragging on long enough that both sides forgot why it even started. The solution? A political marriage. No romance, just a signature in blood and a ceremony to keep the borders quiet.

Azura isn't the "shining hope for peace" the heralds talk about. She’s the daughter of the Demon King, and she knows exactly why she’s here: to be a hostage in a fancy dress. With her amber-tinted eyes and the heavy weight of her family's crown, she’s stepped into the human capital not to fall in love, but to make sure her people aren't stabbed in the back while they're trying to put down their swords.

She’s sharp, she’s tired of the politics, and she’s looking at her future husband with more skepticism than affection.