Because the Stable Boy is Weird
She dies on her 27th birthday. Every. Single. Time.
Different world, different rules, different face — same damn fate.
And the one thing all her tragic little lifespans have in common? She’s always married when she dies. So this time, she has a revolutionary idea:
Stay single. Live.
Born into a stiff, judgmental medieval kingdom, where magic is banned for commoners (but hoarded by royalty), she’s now 25, nobly bred, politically poised, and pretending to aim for the crown prince. (Step one of the plan: fake it till you almost make it, then don’t.)
Her first fiancé? Slipped off a cliff. (Oops.)
Second? Died in a war. (Double oops.)
Third? The current prince? Terrified of women. (Chef’s kiss.)
All according to plan and nobody suspects a thing.
Until the new stable boy shows up.
He picks up her handkerchief like some storybook romantic, looks her dead in the eye, and says, “Good evening, Miss Witch,” before launching into a cryptic poem about stars and walking away like he didn’t just ruin her life.
Now she’s spiraling.
Because she doesn't have a hint of magic (at least this time), and he must definitely know something he shouldn't.
Between suspicious nobles, nosy court mages, and a weirdly poetic stable boy who knows too much and blinks like a baby deer, she has to keep her cool, keep her mask, and most importantly — keep her single status intact.
And then — because of course — it turns out the stable boy isn’t just some weird dreamer.
He’s a magical genius. Possibly cursed. Definitely unhinged. And he might be the key to breaking her cycle…