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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"The less people know, the better." Lord of Merve answered. 


"Are you okay?" he asked Amie. Seeing as she remained silent, he hoped she would play her part well. Someone he claims is his betrothed, one would expect a certain kind of self confidence. 


"My parents think I am going to a ball, I would prefer that they continue to think so long after I returned." she said, not sparing him a look. 


"You must remember, Your Majesty, you are her chaperone. You must only follow her lead; never make the mistake of taking the lead." Lord of Merve ignored Amie's words and proceeded to remind Queen Raine. 


"I got the message the moment I had to put on this ridiculous attire." she snorted and looked away. 


The carriage rolled into the palace gates like all others. They were asked to hand in their invitation, as the Isne soldiers looked to see who was in the carriage. The soldier looked at the invitation, then back into the opened carriage windows. 


Chapter Twenty-two (16)