All fairy tales end in a wedding. And my adventures begin with her. The arranged marriage was between me and the head of the privy chancellery, Lord Sher-Anom. We have been together for two years. Two years of hate on my part and condescending patience on his. In a year, I will be able to file for divorce and finally breathe deeply! Freedom! But on the way to the desired will lies such a trifle as the consent of the spouse... Will twelve months be enough for me to create unbearable conditions for my husband? Or could he have his own plans for a future together?