A Husband for a Hereditary Isekai Traveler

— Dulcinea, — the door opened cautiously, but no one hurried to stick their head through the opening. Quite sensible, too.
— Go to hell! — Alexander growled, lurking on the approach to my furious person.

If we’re being precise—His Highness Alexander the Wonderful. Ha! Wonderful, and splendid, and kind-hearted! All those epithets the heir to the throne received so generously from his subjects were completely deserved. But—only if that were all!

I dashed quickly to the window and yanked the heavy curtain aside.
Nothing.

— Where’s my cactus?! — I wailed, feeling how with rage the tips of my fingers began to tingle with magic.