What if I told you I was a liar, a thief, and a murderer? What if I told you I got away with it all?

 

Norie can’t spin flax into gold, and she certainly doesn’t deserve to marry Prince Edwin—even if he is a half-wit. But she’s desperate to be queen. So if that means striking bargains with evil gnomes, pretending to like snakes, and dabbling in a bit of black magic, Norie will give it a try. 

 

But when Norie actually has the baby she promised Rump, she’ll have to find a way to wiggle out of their bargain—and he doesn’t do guessing games.

 

After that, there will be a whole new set of problems: getting rid of old ladies, ruling a kingdom, hiding massive amounts of gold, chopping off heads, and trying not to catch the plague. The usual.