Of course, I’m not a match for the king. There’s no doubt about it. My family has been in disgrace for nearly a century. And all because long ago my great-great-grandmother tried to kill the ruler of our country. Of course, I’m not a dark witch. Although the magical gift in our family passes only through the female line, somehow a mistake happened—and it fell on me. Of course, I don’t love intrigues. Conspiracies seem to me extremely stupid and dangerous, so I try to stay away from any secrets.
But then why am I invited to the annual ball of brides, held in the royal palace? And why did the ruler himself pay attention to me? And if I’m not a match for the king, then who is he looking for?