Lucy Wickshire is feared across realms because of her family history. The thraines have always been a clan of passive warriors that one dared not provoke. Still, it did not stop those above from breaking the pact and descending into the rankless world to kill Lucy's mother. Seeing her mother die before her eyes, Lucy had understood then; she was not a child anymore, she was a threat. It was either them or her. So she straightened her back and reigned down fear that put her mother's legacy to shame. As long as she lived, all realms must kneel or burn. 
You are about to read the accounts of Lucy Wickshire and the millions of bodies burned as a backdrop to her rage.

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Lucy Wickshire

Inside the house, the city lord's wife saw what was happening outside, from her window and called to her maid. 


"Mistress." the maid blushed red as she walked in so see the naked woman. When the mistress was done serving the master, she was always called to come in and clean up the mistress. This cleaning up usually involved having to pleasure the mistress herself. She understood the master had special preferences; therefore, the mistress always needs pleasuring after. Seeing the naked mistress, she started to remove her dress, like she had always done. 


"Not that. Pack everything. Quickly!" the mistress said and the maid paused. She was not called to clean up? 


"What are you waiting for? Do you want to die? Start packing some of my clothes. Not too much, so that we can leave without notice. I will get some money." the naked woman turned and started gathering any thing of value. 


Chapter Twenty-one (3)