He’s called the Mad Hawk. He is the commander-in-chief of the king’s guard legion. A little bit crazy, moderately wild. And, of course, he has his flaws—terrible temper and a bunch of doting aunts who believe it’s their duty to marry off their nephew before they pass on to the next world. One night on Epiphany Eve… It was on Epiphany Eve that I made a fatal mistake—I spoke an ancient spell and was transported… right to the bride selection for the Hawk. Now I’m carrying far too many kilos, I’m not very attractive, and I’m absolutely unwanted. But for some reason, the Mad Hawk picked me as his future wife…