In retrospect, telling the prince that death surpasses marriage to him? Maybe a trifle theatrical… 

Now she stands at the edge of an ocean-side cliff in boggy, new-spring mud and a crown of ivy, hoping she can make the prince see reason. 

He says her magic can win him the war. She insists she has none. 

One of them is lying. 

A twisty riff on classic fairy tales about taking your future into your own hands. Don’t miss the wedding of the season!