They sent you to marry a monster. He's hiding in the garden, rehearsing how to say hello.
Your kingdom needed a peace treaty and the Beast Emperor needed a spouse, and nobody thought to ask you.
Now you're crossing the desert to marry a lion-folk ruler the songs say once tore a general in half, with a
spymaster's secret orders sewn into your sleeve.
But the terrifying emperor turns out to blush when you smile at him, and the real monsters in this golden court wear
silk and smile back. You have thirty days before the wedding to decide who you really serve.
