The most important thing for a daughter of a goddess is to follow traditions. All my life I prayed to my mother, observed fasts, never left the walls of the Holy Mountain, obeyed the priests, and learned—learned—learned… Everything so that on the day of my coming of age I would receive five divine gifts. One problem: to complete the ritual, you need a husband. Well then—this day has come! I’m in a wedding dress, facing five contenders, from whom I must choose the best—just as the priests taught. Only my gaze keeps returning to the lord, who looks more like a savage, and on his forehead it seems as if written: “All traditions to the dragon’s mouth!”