Every proper lady has her list of potential death candidates. Oh, I mean, suitors. But no matter how many times you might be the duke’s daughter—if you fall in love with the head of the secret office, don’t expect a miracle. First, in the next hundred years he has no intention of marrying. Second, he doesn’t have time for foolish things like courtship. Surrender? Not a chance! Make him bored with me—one. Make him jealous—two. Your game is over, Oganer de Luar! Or… No, I decided—I need a duke. Exactly him. Only why does my heart start pounding like crazy when I see someone else? Why only him do I think about?
Attention! Contains scenes of drinking alcoholic beverages. Excessive alcohol consumption harms your health.