“What, should good go to waste?”—a little dragonet decided the moment it was born, and it chose two males right away to be companions for life. And everything would be fine, but this scaly experimenter tied my life not to one, but to two men. “Such is the fate of the keeper—to submit in everything to the dragon’s will,” says the rector, watching our threesome with sympathetic eyes. But what am I to do if my husband—actually two husbands—are the two boys I can’t stand at all?