My father tried to marry me six times. Only the mating ritual will "protect" the magician woman - giving part of her strength to her husband. But I do not want to change freedom to the fate of a disenfranchised vessel. I escaped from the grooms for a long time - until the old adviser wanted me. My refusal offended him, and out of revenge he sent me to select brides for his master - the Black King. There is no question of victory. I am preparing the role of an obstinate doll, which will be broken in front of the whole yard. But I have to survive - to spite the enemy, rivals, and even a narcissistic, spoiled monarch. Does he consider women second-class people? Used to take what you want? He doesn't know one thing: I have no right to give up.