Here’s how to get rid of a fiancé if he’s an emperor. Okay—how at least to survive? Everyone hates me—especially that very fiancé, who dreams of having a completely different girl as his bride. For him, I’m just a temporary obstacle in our arranged marriage contract with the future. And there’s another thing: in me lives the essence of a злостна black dragoness, far from sensible. I’m also quite the troublemaker and an unpleasant person—there really are plenty of reasons not to like me. One catch: all of this—inheritance of the body I ended up in, while I myself am a transmigrator, an ordinary human. I’m not even a dragon with all their strange ways, and I can’t do magic. I know nothing.