So what did it take for me to go shopping on that fateful day? But how could I have known that somewhere in an unknown world a sorcerer would want to gather brides for a prince-regent? And here we all are—fifteen brides, fifteen “mistakenly transported” girls—taking a good long look at the future monarch… and, to be honest, we’re absolutely not burning with desire to become his chosen ones. Then there are the assassination attempts on the prince-regent… And his stern, reclusive brother has a certain interest in me.