My mother dreams of me getting married successfully. I myself am talking about my own piece of land, which I will populate with dragons. Even if not ancient, but very real. Fraud? May be. But I will somehow sort out my problems with the law! But what about a childhood friend who looks at me as his woman? Or with the imbis, the heir of the ancients, with whom I accidentally lit up at the ball? He is now digging the ground with his black claws, screaming about the blood of the ancients in his veins and the right of the first. In general, the year turned out to be just wow, but I am not discouraged. I am a modern lady, I still have to raise Draco’s reserve. I am not afraid of shame!