The kingdom is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Pervukhina N.V.

I managed to become the wife of a genius! And at the same time the star princess. Eternal, Dryn spruce to my liver! But not for a long time I was happy about family life. My husband, the Duke of Albino Montessori, the greatest poet of our time, died under strange circumstances. And even if he was a scoundrel, a cold -blooded bastard and narcissistic Bolvan, his death became a shock for everyone. But the troubles did not end there: Olivia, the daughter of the Duke, fell into a lethargic dream, and I was declared a witch. Life in the castle turned out to be paralyzed, and the people lit up in sorrow, not knowing where to dilute themselves.

o, holy thermometer! Who, if not me, will figure it out of all this and put things in order in the kingdom?..