The FL is Iris Elaine. She's an adult woman, 29 years old, but is EXTREMELY sheltered. I'm not gonna complain too much since that's very purposeful for the plot of this novel. She's an extremely talented magic user who was taken by the magic tower when she was young and kept isolated from the outside world. If it doesn't have anything to do with magic, she knows very little about it, if nothing at all; most notably her s*x education is incredibly lacking (she thinks oral s*x is enough to make babies). She's naive, trusts her teacher, Elaine, more than any one else on earth, and is scared of everything because she's gone from living a very quiet, sedentary life to the ultimate sensory overload.

The ML is Sidrain. He's the nation's king, 35 years old, and is generally your classic aggressive, scary, and volatile ML, at least at first. His marriage to Rosemary was arranged, and they hate each other's guts more than anything. Sidrain tried to at least be amicable to Rosemary, but she made it clear she was disgusted by his touch, and if they weren't obligated to have s*x with each other, she would avoid him like the plague, most noted by her large harem of men that she'd much rather be with. Sidrain really despises Rosemary, so when Iris first switches bodies with her, he becomes enraged by the massive mess she created and even slapped her. Yikes, but I'll get into that in a second. Turns out that Sidrain is actually very much in love with Iris. He met her at the magic tower when he was a teen, and since then has been quietly thirsting for her, calling her the "Princess of the Magic Tower." He actually slapped 'Rosemary' (actually Iris) because the real Rosemary had tried to kill Iris, and that's the event that caused them to switch bodies.

What is the identity of this filthy, tasteless-looking, strange food that is neither a sausage nor a chrysalis that this woman is struggling to eat?

I thought he had an innocent and innocent personality, but he has an unexpected intensity. Sid Lane looked at the sacrificial sausages in place of his own g**itals and organized his words in his mind. It was a crisis. He needed to get over it well.

Overcome.

There was no object in his life that made him more familiar with this word than Iris. It was neither war nor dragons, but Iris Elaine was teaching him the meaning of the word overcome.

"My queen. Do you like sausage?"

the king asked affectionately.

Iris looked at him in amazement.

"Sir, I don't like it."