After the accident, I ended up in the body of Queen Isabella. That is, I am the real reincarnator (popadanka). It seemed I was the queen—but not here and not like that. Her husband despised her; he felt nothing for her except contempt. But I’m not her, and I won’t put up with it. On the very first day, the king summoned me:
— We must get divorced…
— Yes.
I understood.
Where should I sign?
— Even if you pretend to be poor and miserable, Isabella, it won’t… What? I made an indifferent face and waved the papers.
— I’m done. Now can I leave?
Without waiting for his reply, I turned around and slammed the door. But I definitely didn’t expect a different reaction from the king.