Married to the Elven King by Mistake

"Beautiful women get everything they desire. Insignificant girls get the leftovers."

That was the parting whisper from my sister after she stole my betrothed prince in front of the entire royal court. Humiliated and discarded by my father, I was traded away like spoiled goods to satisfy an ancient treaty with the reclusive north. My groom? Lord Vaelor: a short, bad-tempered dwarf lord with a crooked walking stick and a beard wild enough to nest birds. I expected a lifetime of freezing stones and bitter exile. Instead, I got an infuriating husband who trades sharp insults with me over stolen pastries, a chaos-demon baby dragon who bites boots, and a mountain palace guarding lethal secrets. Because the grumpy miner I married by mistake is no dwarf at all. Beneath the blood-curse disguise hides King Vaelorian Nightshade: the lethal, silver-haired High Sovereign of Elarion, commanding celestial starlight and five centuries of ruthless power. He needed a bride carrying ancient dormant magic to anchor his dying realm. I needed a husband to escape my family's cruelty. Neither of us expected the furious, electric spark between us to burn down every defense we had. Now assassins are circling, the magical barrier between our kingdoms is crumbling, and my traitorous ex wants us dead. But my immortal king has a secret of his own: he would rather watch his entire empire burn to ash than let another creature touch his unwanted bride.