When the Queen's Bloom Went Rogue

Previously

…The mystery was no longer a tangled knot, but a clear, sharp line. The bloom hadn’t been cursed. It had been murdered. And I, Lady Isolde, the clumsy lady-in-waiting with a secret penchant for puzzles, knew who the killer was. Now, I just had to figure out how to prove it, and more importantly, how to bring Elara Meadowlight to justice, and restore the Queen’s shattered pride. The Queen’s garden, and her reputation, were still in peril, but now, at least, I knew which way the wind was blowing. And the wind, I suspected, was carrying the scent of a rival’s bitter ambition.