In a past life his name was Arthur, and he was the same as many of us. A little bit of a cynic, a little bit of a romantic, and at almost thirty, he still hasn’t sorted out his desires. I dreamed of a life full of unknown adventures and wonderful discoveries. But there are fewer and fewer of them in a world where everything is described, everything is counted, where there have long been no blank spots left on the map. And his dream came true. For three years now he has existed in a world that is several centuries behind ours in its development. In a world where everything is so similar and everything is so different. Where in the whirlwind of dangers and trials you don’t know whether tomorrow will come. But Arthur survived. And now he is Baron Artois, in the basements of his castle there is gold, and in his head there is knowledge of the coming centuries and many plans worthy of implementation. But the most important test awaits him ahead - sudden love. And what’s so scary about that, how many were there and how many more will there be? What a small thing for a man who has as many scars inside as on his body! Yes, but Her Imperial Majesty should not have turned out to be a girl from the world of his dreams...