With the Snake dead, Camelot is at tranquil once again. But things aren't as peaceful as they seem. Weeks following the wedding of Agatha and Tedros, the King of Camelot is struck with a mysterious malady, leaving Agatha doubting the possibility of a 'happily ever after'. The Storian's tales are askew. Deep within the woods, gates to a new world are opened. Are the Endless Woods treading close to peril once again? Or can the two words exist in harmony?