Be my talisman. Sherstobitova O.S.

I had not believed in either love or fairy tales before. Is it to them if the stepmother raises you? My whole life is cleaning, the endless weeding of beds and dreams of freedom. But once they flew to our village. Dragons. And everything has changed.

how could the prince come across? And even more so to inflame with passion for a beggar? But it was worth drowning once in a blue of unfamiliar eyes, a stupid heart was beating more often, and so I wanted to believe in a miracle! But can something like this happen to me?