Everyone believes that a royal life is all fun and games. That every kingdom is filled with horses and carriages. That there is no crime, or getting in trouble, other than the usual evil stepmother that's jealous of her stepdaughter. But what if I told you that's not how all kingdoms work out. That the image of perfection painted by every Disney movie you've ever seen has false advertised you into believing such fantasies. The Kingdom Of Embermoor, the only known kingdom left that fits the fancy little Disney description is about be dropped into my hands as my twenty first birthdays continues to get closer. But what if I don't want to follow my parents attempts at an arranged marriage? What if I don't want to be queen?