Wed to the War King

SYNOPSIS: When warrior Queen Aria and frost King Kael enter a marriage of convenience to unite their warring kingdoms, they expect betrayal—not the searing connection that forms when Aria takes a poisoned blade for him. With her life hanging by a thread, Kael tears both realms apart to save her, forcing bitter enemies to work together and revealing his secret devotion. As Aria wakes to a changed world—their armies united, their people healing—they must confront the dangerous truth: their political alliance has become something real, just as old enemies emerge from the shadows to destroy them both. A sword-sharp romance where love doesn't just cross battle lines—it erases them. (Enemies-to-lovers, marriage of convenience, "who hurt you" vibes.)

 CHAPTER 1: The War Ends With a Ring

Queen Aria's POV

I was going to murder him.

Not later. Not in some strategic, politically advantageous way. Right now.

King Kael of Vareen stood across the battlefield-turned-wedding-altar, looking unfairly handsome in his ceremonial armor, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. The same lips that had called me a "temperamental brat" during peace talks last summer. The same lips that—

No. Focus, Aria.

"Our countries are literally dying," my advisor, Lord Torin, hissed in my ear. "One wedding. No killing each other. Easy."

I tightened my grip on my sword. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one being sacrificed to the human icicle over there."

Across the aisle, Kael's general coughed loudly. "We can all hear you, Your Majesty."

Kael just grinned.

The priest cleared his throat. "Shall we... proceed?"

I glared at Kael. He had the audacity to wink.

This was torture.

The Shortest Wedding in History

  • Vows: "I won't kill you in your sleep." (Me) / "I won't let you." (Him)
  • The Kiss: A chaste, one-second brush of lips that somehow left my skin buzzing. Traitorous body.
  • The Exit: I stomped on his foot. He laughed.

The Wedding Night (Not That Kind)

Our shared chambers were obscenely luxurious—one bed, draped in silk, positioned right in the center like some kind of taunt.

Kael took one look at it and immediately grabbed a pillow. "I'll take the floor."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

"Because you'd stab me before sunrise if I suggested sharing."

Damn right.

I woke at 3 AM to find him somehow in the bed, his arms wrapped around me like I was his favorite sword.

"You snore," I accused, shoving at his chest.

His voice was sleep-rough. "You steal blankets."

"Liar!"

He tugged me closer. "Prove it."

I should've kneed him.

...I didn't.

The Next Morning

His side of the bed was empty.

On my pillow sat a single strawberry and a note:

"Try not to start a war before breakfast. -K"

I ate the strawberry.

And the note.

(Okay, fine, I kept the note.)

 Read Chapter 2 below 

CHAPTER 2: The Secret Admirer And Other Crimes


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