—You are not Kathleen. “As it turned out, no,” I try to crawl away, but somehow it doesn’t work out very well. - Well, lie down! — a jerk by the leg brings me back to my place. “But I’m an impostor,” I’m trying to appeal to common sense. “But you’re a witch too,” the man’s fingers brush a lock of hair from his face and glide over his lips. But the idea. - And, as a witch, I don’t advise you to make me angry! I can bewitch this! - yes, I’m bluffing, but what should I do? - Sounds tempting... Especially for the damned one. ____ They say this lord is cursed. And his face is covered with scars, and his body is covered with snake scales. Alas, the curse did not prevent him from marrying the widow of a defeated enemy. But I’m not her. I'm an ordinary student who was just... unlucky. And although Lady Kathleen and I are similar, I am from another world, and I am still a virgin. But today the secret will become clear.