If prison could be beautiful and in it family could be found, Mayven was sure fate had granted her such a boon. This apartment had been her prison, a necessary one perhaps, but prison none-the-less, as long as she could recall. Love had been her keeper and destiny her sentence. Fate-the keeper of the keys-was unlocking the doors at last. However, Mayven found the cost was more horrifying than the thought of a life spent in servitude to a destiny she had never wanted and still didn't understand. Mayven has been sheltered, unaware of the suffering she thinks resides only within the walls of her tiny apartment. Varn knows suffering exists far greater than he alone can combat, but he is determined to try. Varn and Mayven are on a collision course with what each of them think they know and what destiny truly has in mind. Their only ally is the truth. Sometimes, however, the truth does not always set you free.