She was treading on the line that separated good and bad. Nobody could predict which side she would place her feet in because they seemed to be jumping from one side to the other. This made her more dangerous than most warriors and leaders. He was the most powerful man on the planet. Some liked him, others appreciated him, most people hated him and very few loved him. He was the king. A king whom nobody had the audacity to challenge. Both were powerful and feared, yet just as broken as the other. What happens when fate brings them together by the means of a powerful creation of nature? Immortality comes with a price; that doesn't necessarily mean the price is a curse.