Seeing the future is dangerous...especially when I see things that people don’t want me to know. I am THE Nostra, a title, but the name has been so lost to history that I am just called Nostra. I see the future, but only bits and pieces, so when I am asked to help the Queen decide who her son should marry, my head feels very much in danger. As accusations of witchcraft, betrayals, and love fill the court and cloud my visions, I uncover more about my powers and my past, but will it be in time to save the boy I love?