I am Matvey Martynov, steward. Send letters to: MartyStu@mail. Any nobleman can control the energy of Yar, the energy of all living things. Anyone but me. You can’t arrange a military career or a profitable marriage without Yar. So my family decided that I would serve champagne to the Grand Dukes in a palace floating above the Mediterranean Sea. And now, a year after my return from Japan, I need to explain to the personal agent of His Imperial Majesty why the aristocrat who attacked me, who was about to smack me like a bug, is now flying out of the window dead into the coastal waters of Constantinople. But first I need to escape from the embrace of the princess I saved...