According to an ancient law, the King of Nairia must marry a princess from the midlands. But the girl ran away—an intended bride is needed at any cost. That’s why they called me in as a replacement: an exact copy of the princess, forgetting to ask my opinion. And now I have to choose: either a temporary role as the bride—or a permanent situation as an arrested interworlder. I really don’t know what to pick…
— Amelia, would you do me the honor of becoming my bride? — the real king kneels before me.
A revived dream of any girl… too bad, it isn’t mine.
— Of course, Your Majesty, — I reply with a half-smile, — as if I have any choice.
— Choice is always there, Amelia. — The king’s tone also becomes lighter. — For example, you can inspect our dungeons from the inside. Unfortunately, the one from another world won’t be welcome anywhere else.