Princess Miralda was a morbidly obese woman no one could stand. Arrogant, spoiled, and selfish, she was as unbearable as she was heavy. Her attitude drove every noble in the kingdom to reject the idea of marrying her.

The king had another daughter twenty-two years later — Liora. She was everything Miralda was not: beautiful, slender, gentle, and humble. Everyone adored her, and she carried herself with kindness and grace.

When the king traveled north for diplomatic reasons, he took Liora with him. They stayed at a nobleman’s mansion, where a young knight served as the lord’s retainer. The noble assigned the knight to be Liora’s personal guard during their visit. The two quickly grew close; he was a simple commoner who had worked hard to earn his knighthood. Over the two years they spent there, Liora quietly fell in love with him. Saying goodbye when she returned to the capital broke her heart.

Years later, to her surprise, the knight became a noble himself, granted a small territory. Liora was overjoyed—until she learned her father had arranged for Miralda to marry him. Miralda was forty by then, and the king, desperate to find her a husband, sent the offer to the newly titled lord. A minor noble could hardly refuse a royal proposal.

When Miralda found out, she was furious. In her delusional mind, it was Liora and the kingdom conspiring against her to ruin her reputation. What enraged her most was that the young lord’s territory was small and famous only for its endless carrot fields. She had no intention of marrying the so-called “Carrot Lord.”

Meanwhile, Liora—now eighteen—was overwhelmed by countless marriage proposals from the richest and most powerful nobles in the realm. Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about the man she once loved. When Miralda realized her younger sister was jealous, she mocked her cruelly.

Miralda: “You’re pathetic. You have youth, beauty, and every man you could want, yet you’re crying over a lowly noble. I suppose that’s what passes for love in that tiny brain of yours.”

Liora snapped, and the two sisters began to pull each other’s hair. During the struggle, an old book fell from a shelf, a scroll sliding out from between its pages. It contained detailed instructions for a body-swap ritual.

Miralda grinned, a wicked idea forming in her mind.

Miralda: “How about this? We’ll swap bodies! You can marry your precious Carrot Lord yourself.”

Liora hesitated, but Miralda’s taunting smirk pushed her over the edge. They drew a pentagram on the floor and placed the scroll in its center.

Miralda: “Now, we just have to say we want to be the other. I’ll start! Liora, I want to be you!” she said, grinning with excitement at the thought of having her sister’s young, slender body.

Liora: “I… I can’t… no, I can’t do this,” she whispered, realizing she would be trapped in her sister’s forty-year-old, obese body.

Miralda smirked. “What a shame. I guess I’ll just have to show your precious Carrot Lord how to kiss a woman. I bet he’ll love my soft curves and thick lips, Liora flushed red, trembling with anger.*

Liora: “Fine! Miralda, I want to be you! I want to be in your fat body! I’ll give you mine—let’s just swap already!”

Miralda smirked wider, satisfied at how easily she had baited her sister. The pentagram began to glow. Both sisters gasped as their souls lifted from their bodies and entered the other’s.

Miralda—now inside Liora’s youthful, beautiful form—stretched her arms and smiled with triumph.

Miralda: “Being you feels amazing! Enjoy being the forty-year-old fat woman married to the Carrot Lord. I’ll enjoy being the young, attractive princess everyone loves. Honestly, this is the worst deal ever… for you, that is!”

Liora looked down at her new, heavy body in horror. Her breathing was shallow; her huge chest and belly heaved with each gasp. She tried to calm herself. Tomorrow, the young lord would come for her. She had one day to get used to the body she now called her own.