No real choice: either I get married, or my loved ones lose everything. But when, in the future, I learned that my husband would be the heir prince, I nearly ran away from the ceremony. He certainly didn’t want to marry me. What’s more, he was clearly drugged. And then the ritual was completed—sealed by the power of the sources; the marriage tattoos were safely hidden by magic. And my path leads as far from the capital as possible. Now I can only hide—because when my husband finds out what scam he’s been pulled into, I definitely won’t be in good shape. Soon His Highness will have his official wedding: a political union on which the world in our kingdom depends. But the prince has no idea that, as it turns out, he’s already married… to me.