To end up in the clutches of the most dangerous man in the kingdom while trying to hide from him? I can. I know how. I practice. So what should I do? Run from the inquisitor, losing my slippers! But I lost not a slipper—I lost half of my family bracelet, without which I can’t hide. And the inquisitor will surely decide to find me. That crafty fox even announced a bridal selection, where the main condition was having a suitable second part of the bracelet. But I’ll outwit him by pretending to be the maid of one of the brides—and get my thing back! The main thing is not to let him steal my heart.