What’s wrong with this world? It’s like I finally put my life in order: I dealt with the husband-captor, gained the long-awaited freedom, and started taking care of my new body so I wouldn’t scare myself with what I see in the mirror… and then, again, a pile of problems!
The heiress came to visit, intending to make me her friend. An assassin got into the castle, putting a cross on my dream of a quiet, peaceful life. And in the living room, there’s a line of suitors chosen by the emperor himself. I endured it as best I could, honestly. But the suitors became the last straw.
Maybe I should have warned the local nobility that it’s strictly forbidden to anger me?