What should you do if you’re an unbearable, talkative witch, and the emperor summoned you for selection… not as a bride, but as a matchmaker/hostess for the brides? Take offense? Or agree? The emperor isn’t refused. No time to think — I’ll handle it. As my grandma used to say: “And married off not only… eee, and married off such too!”
Humorous fantasy, a cheerful heroine, a powerful hero, a former fiancé, selection of brides, a loyal friend, a grumpy familiar.