Princess T.

In a realm where night glitters with the edge of a sword and dawn tastes of blood, a princess stands like an ice temple. Every question from her lips is a trap, every wrong answer is a verdict. Heads fall, love turns to gambling, breath to hot steam of fear. But someone - perhaps a fool, a poet, or an executioner - has decided to enter the labyrinth of her riddles. And the wind already carries the song of the people.