This is not a fairy tale.  Despite the kings and queens, knights, courts, and intrigue. This is not a whimsical tale of magic and love, but the story of a world when too much power is wielded by the wrong people.  An all too common tale.   Azura did not ask for this fate, nor would she wish it upon the worst of her growing list of enemies, but the gods themselves have willed it so, and so she must face it, or allow it to eat her alive.  Will it twist her into something new? A vine that ensnares, entraps, and consumes? Or a flower that blooms beyond the unblossomed bud she had been for far too long?