All fairy tales end with a wedding.
And my adventures begin with one.
A marriage of convenience was arranged between me and the head of the secret chancellery, Lord Sher-An.
We’ve been together for two years now. Two years of hatred from my side and his condescending patience.
In a year I’ll be able to file for divorce and finally breathe freely! Freedom!
But on the way to my long-awaited will there lies such a small thing as my husband’s consent…
Will I have enough—twelve months—to create for the husband unbearable conditions? Or will he have plans of his own for our shared future?