They say that on the night of Elteyn, if you joke and marry a stranger, then the whole year will bring luck in business and in love. Love doesn’t interest me—I just really need luck. So I went ahead with a fake ceremony, and in the morning I found that the marriage tattoos wouldn’t wash off, and it seems I really am married!
To whom? I don’t know! Where to look for a husband—especially.
And yet I have a wedding with the Emperor of Golden Dragons coming up soon, and I can’t tell him: “Sorry, Your Majesty, you’ll be second!”