Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings. They keep me dependent on them so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance.

Except, the men my father offered me to aren't princes. They're not charming. Hell, I'm pretty sure this is the wrong story altogether. Instead of being swept off my feet, I'm a prize to be won.

A trophy for whoever claims the throne to Earth and Emerald.

My 'suitors' consist of my demon mate that rejected me, a fae criminal fate decided was my second chance, and a hybrid-shifter whose dark past is entwined with mine.

They will decide my future, because dear old dad thinks I don't get a say.

There's just one little problem.

I'm not a very good princess and I have no intention of playing nice.

If fate wouldn't give me my freedom, I was going to take it.