What happens if you take a lost princess, a selection, and one persistent portal operator? A reversal story in which yesterday's Cinderella suddenly becomes a person of royal blood, and the heir and lord is simply one of 13 suitors fighting for her hand. Interesting? Then welcome to the story of Weili and Endoret.

“What could be stupider than falling in love with your best friend's older brother? And not just a brother, but the heir of a great ancient family, a handsome man and a breaker of women’s hearts. The one who will never be mine. After all, a poor student from the northern province is not a match for Lord Mandigar. But today everything is different. The festival of masks, when everyone can try on someone else’s guise and become someone else for one evening. Take a risk? Put everything on the line for one night? Where did the calm, reasonable girl go? A fatal nomad looked at me from the mirror in a wide skirt of rich wine color, provocatively hugging her hips and falling down in wide folds. A white blouse with puffy sleeves gathered at the wrists with narrow cuffs, and a deep neckline that showed the cleavage between her breasts. I couldn’t cover it no matter how hard I tried. At the waist there is a wide belt decorated with beads and stones. I let my hair down, and it fell in a heavy wave over my shoulders and chest, decorating it with a thin red braid that was almost lost in my dark chestnut curls. I looked in the mirror and saw a nomadic witch. Dangerous, wild, vicious, with a crazy sparkle in her dark brown eyes. The one that never existed, but always in the depths of my soul I dreamed of becoming her.”