Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Demon King’s Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

No one looked the king in the eye.Not because it was forbidden—though it was—but because holding Edrion of Aurenhall’s gaze meant exposing oneself to a coldness that did not seem human. His blue eyes, clear and piercing, did not observe—they evaluated. They did not seek approval or obedience; they sought weakness.The throne room rose in dark marble, its columns so tall they seemed to bear the weight of the entire kingdom. Torches, aligned with military precision, cast long shadows that twisted along the walls like restless creatures. That place was not built for love, nor for promises. It was built for power.Edrion stood upon the dais, unmoving, a black crown set upon his head. His silver-white hair, cut with severity, framed a hard face marked by a cold beauty many considered unnatural. There was no softness in him. No trace of indulgence.“The Crowned Demon…” some whispered, believing he could not hear them.But the king heard everything.The young women stood before him like off

The knight did not speak immediately.He simply stood there, watching her, as if the world itself had made a mistake by placing her in that room. The flickering lamplight illuminated the young woman’s face with cruel clarity, revealing features he knew far too well.That face.That cursed face.“Step forward,” he ordered at last.Lyria hesitated, but obeyed. Her bare feet moved across the cold floor as the silence thickened between them. The old man remained on the ground, breathing unevenly, not daring to lift his head.“Who are you?” the knight asked. “Answer carefully.”“I already did,” she replied. “Lyria. Nothing more.”“Your mother?”“Dead.”“Where were you born?”“Here.”“Have you ever served in a noble house?”“Never.”Each answer seemed to tighten something inside the armed man. He took a step toward her. Then another. His eyes searched her with unsettling intensity, looking for flaws, differences—anything that would deny the obvious.He found nothing.He raised his hand with

At dawn, before the castle had fully awakened, Lyria was taken from the room in silence and brought to the Avelaine family’s country estate—a discreet residence surrounded by high gardens and far from prying eyes.There, within walls that guarded old secrets, the lessons began.Hidden from the rest of the staff, the young noblewoman and the usurper stood face to face, separated only by fate, repeating gestures, words, and silences under the knight’s strict supervision. Day after day, Lyria learned to walk like a lady, to hold a gaze without defiance, to incline her head with the exact measure of respect, while Elinor corrected every mistake with urgency and barely concealed nerves.And over time—much to everyone’s surprise—Lyria began to move through the estate as if she had always belonged there.She walked the corridors with quiet confidence. Sat at the table with natural grace. Returned greetings with a gentle ease no one questioned.The maids, accustomed to obeying without asking,

The city walls appeared at dawn on the seventh day.Tall. Gray. Imposing.Lyria watched them from a distance with a mix of awe and fear. She had never seen anything so vast. The rising sun painted the towers in muted gold, and the main gates were already opening to receive merchants, travelers, and noble carriages.“There it is,” the knight said. “Valmere.”Lyria swallowed.“It’s… enormous.”“Get used to it,” he replied. “From today on, this will be your world.”As they approached, the sounds of the city wrapped around her—horse hooves, voices, wooden wheels against stone, the constant murmur of lives crossing paths without ever meeting. Everything felt too fast.“Remember,” the knight said quietly, “don’t look too curious. A lady does not show wonder in public.”Lyria nodded at once, though it took effort not to turn her head at every sound. She straightened her back, softened her expression, and lowered her chin slightly—just as she had been taught.When they passed through the gate

The palace did not feel real.Lyria stared at it from the carriage, her eyes wide despite reminding herself again and again not to show it. The towers rose like spears into the sky, pale marble gleamed under the midday light, and the tall windows reflected the sun as if they held fire within them.“Do not look amazed,” her brother murmured.She lowered her chin at once.But it was impossible not to feel it.It wasn’t just large.It was imposing.Beautiful.⸻The carriage came to a stop in the main courtyard. Soldiers in dark armor stood guard at the entrance. No one spoke. No one smiled.Even the air seemed to know that something more than a man ruled there.When she stepped down, Lyria felt the ground beneath her feet—solid, colder than she expected. She straightened her back and recalled every lesson she had learned in the country estate.You are Elinor.Not Lyria.She was led inside, where another young woman waited in the entrance hall. She was tall, with perfectly arranged dark h