In my past - dangerous secrets. In the present - exile and oblivion. My future is a monastery or a political marriage. The black sorcerer and the light master are going to play me like a trump card. They hunt me like a rare game. But young princesses are not always as gentle and innocent as they say in fairy tales. So I'm not going to fall in love with the first charming bastard. And in the second - too! Do you want to grow a Dark Lady? The recipe is simple. Take one young princess, one black sorcerer and one bright master, add passion, lies and betrayal in proportion, season with fresh curses and ancient secrets - and... watch all the plans roll under the neck. After all, you forgot to include the main variable in the calculations - love.