Supernatural selection. Risk.

I lived for myself and did not know grief, well, almost... I was going to serve my husband for divorce with a traitor. Apparently, it is not a fate to leave it without a Portka and money, thereby compensating for twenty -seven years of life together.

But the events, as usual, went not according to plan: death (stupid), a young body (though the dead is a little dead ), the chic king (crazy), the selection of brides (the circus rests), the conspiracy (almost successful) and, in addition, a bunch of headaches for the manual patrol dog of the entire kingdom. This is what I got, so I got it!