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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"Are you advising me or leading me to dead ends?" Prince Thelmus frowned. 


"Then you wish that I be persecuted by the my people?" 


"It may never get to that. You have committed a crime against your father, against the people, yet your are still their only heir. What choice do they have but you?" Official Ghuil asked. 


"Yes. They will eventually come to my side. Isne will leave after they mine all the iron stones in the kingdom. The moment I officially take the crown, all else is history." Prince Thelmus became optimistic. 


"Yet again, till his last days, you father never titled you his heir. You will be twenty come bloom, yet never got the title of crown prince." 


"Many have ruled kingdoms on less." prince Thelmus frowned. 


Chapter Twenty-two (8)