Making a nuisance of myself for a dragon is a pleasure for me. Why? Because he’s a self-centered lout and a misogynist who dared to dislike me at first sight! He got kicked out of the house and stripped of dragon magic because he refused to follow his fate and find his chosen mate? Great—then I’ll play a prank on him, and let him finally understand that it’s me: the kind of woman he would never marry. A mere human with orc, dwarf, and elf blood. A provincial with bad manners. “A stupid doll,” as he called me to a friend. No wonder that after this I want to turn him into a scarecrow. Only the goddess underestimated the dragon’s independence—and my sense of humor. Now we’re truly bound by the ties of a true pair. How can I get the gift back?
Goddess, hello?!