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

In the Juhntt palace, Amie sat with her leg raised. She coldly browsed through documents while reclined on her seat. 


She was draped in fox pelt to keep out the cold, leaving her feet out in the air to better heal. At this moment, King Adrian walked in a slight hurried pace. 


“You have visitors.” he said, glancing at her slightly scabbed feet. Amie remained unmoved as she looked down on her document. Those following the king stood outside, but could still hear the King’s words. They were servants and could not comment on their master’s relationship, but this did not stop them from stifling a sigh. The queen had been harmed during her wedding. She was so angry at the king; she did not enter the wedding chamber that night. If not for how sealed the palace was, it would have already been the talk of the capital by now. 


“It’s the Ligrel clan.” King Adrian said. Only then did Amie look up at him. 


“You finally speak to me.” he said with a slight smile. 


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