My name is Lutetia, but to everyone I’m just Buttercup. I am seventeen years old, and like probably any girl at this age, I dream of love. Naturally, large, bright and mutual. But it so happened that they were predicting a vile bastard who loves to mock animals as my groom. True, salvation came suddenly. The owner has returned to a long-abandoned castle near our village. A mysterious and gloomy type, about whose past there are terrible rumors. Well, as they say, even if there is no fish, a mermaid is a catch. Why shouldn’t this warlock become my chosen one, and me the mistress of his castle? And let only someone try to disagree with my decision!