My father is angry with me for having a brain and not wanting to marry the first man he introduces me to. When he finally has enough of me being difficult—his words, not mine—he chooses a husband for me, and for some reason, he picks a cyborg. I smile and nod… and then bail the first chance I get.
I'm not going to get married off like a good little wifey whose only job it is to look pretty. And to make sure that this wedding really doesn't happen, I'm going to ruin myself in the ecstasy districts of Asaverra. I really thought this through, and there's nothing that could go wrong with this plan. Absolutely nothing!
Historical romance meets space.* Princess meets cyborg. Completely over-the-top with all the best champagne flutes, fanciest ball gowns, and shiniest crowns you could wish for.
(*No actual history or science involved.)
