What is a girl supposed to do when she receives an invitation to the prince’s selection of brides? Right: in spite of all troubles, arrive at the palace right away, immediately pick a rival for yourself, and bring shame upon yourself in front of a potential groom. Also—make friends with a charming fisherman and run to him for advice every evening. Inappropriate? But effective!
I’m already two steps away from my dream. The only question is: why do I keep seeing the tramp’s lips in my dreams at night?
I just wanted to have fun. She was so sincere and sweet in that mad desire to win the prince over. I don’t mind giving advice! But who knew this game would turn into such strange consequences for us…