When the Queen's Bloom Went Rogue

Previously

…She offered no confession, no admission of guilt, but her words, her demeanor, the very air around her, screamed it. The Crimson Star wasn't cursed. It was a victim of jealousy, of a long-simmering rivalry that had finally boiled over, orchestrated by a woman who saw the Queen’s triumph as her own personal defeat. Barty’s diary had unveiled the missing ingredient, but Elara Meadowlight had revealed the hand that withheld it. The bloom had been denied its moonpetal, and in doing so, had been denied its very life. The mystery of the wilting wonder was no longer a mystery of magic, but of malice. And I, Lady Isolde, the clumsy lady-in-waiting, had just found my prime suspect.