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!