They say that on the night of Elteyna, if you joke around and get married to a stranger, then the whole year will bring luck in business and love. Love doesn’t interest me; I just need luck. So I decided to go through with a fake ceremony—and in the morning I discovered that the marriage tattoos don’t wash off and, it seems, I’m actually married! Married to whom? I don’t know! Where to look for my husband—especially. Besides, I won’t do that! I came to the capital for my business, and after that I’m going back home, and the stupid tattoos I’ll remove with magic.
Wait—what other order of the Emperor and “Marriage Season”?! I absolutely didn’t plan to stay here, get married, and certainly not here. I had just one time and that was enough!