The four great aristocratic families all broke off their engagements with me? I’ll just bind myself to the Scumbag Girl System. Insult princes, tear into trashy men, save a hostage prince, sell lipstick. I only wanted to earn a little merit to stay alive, so how did I accidentally become the “Golden Wolf Consort,” whom the enemy kingdom’s wolf lord insists on sharing his empire with? You can’t even get your hands on the keys to my storeroom. What makes you think you’re fit to talk about marriage?
