Going to the winter ball at the academy, I intended to forget about my studies at least for a little while, have fun, and enjoy myself from the bottom of my heart. The last part succeeded brilliantly. So much so that in the morning I woke up in the same bed as a man I only know by his name. I hadn’t planned to continue the acquaintance, but Raimund van Hollen had a different opinion about the matter. Thanks to his efforts, the fiery witch was enrolled in an experimental group—and guess who became my supervisor? Phoenix as my husband—I didn’t sign up for that! Wait, what do you mean—he agrees?!