About the book: year / I just wanted to sign an application for leave, but I managed to tear off the Duchess of Valenskaya’s fake ass and end up at the bride selection. Now I'm working undercover, pretending to be the abbess of the monastery, the head responsible for the honor of young beauties. But what if, in fact, half of the candidates are adventurers from the Thieves Guild, and they came to the selection not to charm the prince, but to rob the royal treasury? And this mysterious warrior guarding the “brides” seems vaguely familiar…