My name is Alicia Lotheryn, and I'm the “princess” of the magic empire of Fiore. Every day, I put on a frilly dress, smile vacantly at the nobility, and memorize court etiquette. There's just one problem: I'm not a princess at all. I killed the real princess with my own hands five years ago. Now I'm using her identity to navigate between the Holy Church of Light, the Mages' Council, the dragons, the elven court, and the dwarven kingdom, while turning my own territory into the continent's most prosperous economic hub. I have far too many identities: by day, I'm a sweet, airheaded princess; in the shadows, I'm the Queen of the Night, the youngest-ever chairwoman of the Mages' Council, a mysterious contract-holder to the Dragon Throne, the one named in a thousand-year-old prophecy of the Elven Court, and an honorary craftswoman of the Dwarven Kingdom... Oh, right. I also seem to owe a certain vampire progenitor a marriage certificate. They say I'm the continent's universally adored darling.
