The kingdom of Ashveil was ruled by none other than King Aldric Vane. He was cruel; he led his kingdom strictly and unforgivingly. One whisper of magic and Aldic Vane lit the fire himself; it was death upon mention. Princess Rosera, his daughter, the good in the shadows of his cruelty, the bad thing? Magic hummed in Rosera's blood like a second heartbeat. She didn't choose it. It chose her. And her Father watched her closest of all, no friends, no fun, guards with her anywhere she went.