The protagonist is an all-powerful Mary-Sue that is always correct regardless of what she does, she is never held accountable for her actions in any meaningful way, and any time it seems as though she's owning up to being the one that caused thing to go wrong she cries and complains and everyone around her consoles and feels sorry for her.
This book, and the series - I read until the end of the 5th book before giving up - is like reading the least challenging book of all time, with the slowest pacing of all time, with the most two-dimensional characters of all time, etc. There is nothing redeemable about this series, aside from the plot pacing picking up from a snail's pace to a turtle's in the fourth book, which is like offering a saltine cracker to a man dying of dehydration in the Sahara.
If what you want is a sappy, unchallenging romance novel with a protagonist that cares more about dresses and chocolate than focusing on a deadly warrior contest to become the king's champion, then this is for you. I really hope that's not the case, because then I will have a problem with you.