I lost my parents young, raised my little sister alone, and worked myself to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I was the only daughter of a duke—and born with healing powers that kick in at a touch!
I thought this life would be pure honey, a flower-path ride…
“You’re mine. I picked you up, so you’re basically my property.”
…until a cocky crown prince claimed ownership.
“We want to protect you.”
Then twin knights tried to force me to hire them.
“No one can heal beastfolk. Only you.”
And a drop-dead-gorgeous wolf beastman pretty much said, “So, I’m counting on you.”
Looks like kicking back and coasting won’t be an option this time either.
Please let me open my clinic in one piece…
