For centuries, Veila had the demonic contract business figured out. Then she met Prince Cael. He wasn't desperate—he was just drunk, high, and deeply annoyed by his royal family.

After accidentally bonding over top-tier booze and woodland herbs, Veila agrees to help the deadpan prince usurp his brother and take the throne. It sounded like an easy job. But the royal court is a mess of political intrigue, Cael is far more of a tactical genius than he lets on, and worst of all, Veila is starting to actually care about him.

A cozy, cutthroat tale of royal succession, heavy scheming, and what happens when an ancient demon realizes she’d rather have a nap in the prince’s lap than eat his soul.