As a promising specialist in protective magic and a fragile blonde, I could stay in the capital, but returned to my native Blizzard. The first working days are stunning: the groom is no longer mine, but he still considers me his own, someone spoils the guard artifacts - and in broad daylight the guards are attacked by night creatures. A wandering prophecy predicts the city's storm of the century and death, and to me - the Darkness that will not let go. But the real nightmare is my awakening in the temple in a wedding dress and the understanding that I can only count on a suspiciously unsociable, frighteningly huge action magician nicknamed Lump of Ice.