Revenge Was Easier Before the Crown

Let's get one thing straight:
I didn't ask for the crown.
I didn't ask for the palace, or the titles, or the suspiciously charming husband who may or may not have cursed an entire bloodline before breakfast.

All I wanted was revenge.

Clean. Quiet. No blood on the carpets, just a discreet little blade between the ribs of the man who ruined my family.

But then, somehow... this happened:

"You'll be queen by the end of the week," the king said, like he was offering me tea.

I laughed. He didn't.

Now I'm stuck in a castle full of spies, nobles who smile like they're waiting to stab me, and a husband who sleeps with his eyes open and might actually be immortal. (I'm not sure. I haven't tested it. Yet.)

So yes, revenge was easier before I had a crown. And definitely before I had to sit through royal council meetings about grain taxes while plotting assassination attempts in my head.