By an ancient custom, every four years dark magicians come to the Wedding Ball to claim their chosen ones.
This is a guarantee of peace between the kingdoms, an unbreakable will of the gods themselves.
Ador—heir prince of the Night clan—is dangerous and irresistible. Spoiled by women’s attention and unaccustomed to refusals.
And he chose me…
He doesn’t care that I ended up at this ball by accident. He doesn’t care that I’m from another world, and their customs enrage me so much that it grinds my teeth!
He believes he will be able to break me. And I am sure that for myself I’ll fight back.
The main thing is that no living soul learns about my accursed gift…
Otherwise, I’m definitely finished. And if anyone can protect me, it will only be the one person I want to escape from.
But somehow the urge to stay is becoming even stronger…