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

At this, he pushed her down on the bed and pressed himself above her. 


“Since this is how you intend to spend the night, this lord will indulge you.” he said and she crackled in laughter. His rough pinching of her exposed peaks made her wince slightly. 


“You don’t seem to understand how this works, Lord Gunt. I am usually on top.” she said and he paused, letting her roll out from under him. He laid flat on his back and watched as she straddled his member and start to move. The sudden action made him groan in pleasure. 


“Your Ostie, you keep on saying. If this was how much you loved this clan, you would not be betraying them right now.” she said as she rode him without care. Watching her peaks bounce around at her rhythmic movement, he reached for it and gave it a soft pinch causing her to moan. He watched as her movement became more rigorous above him. 


“You are being watched, Lord Ostie. The bride seems very aware that you frequent this immoral house since you came.” she said. 


Bk 2: chapter five (11) Warning: sexual content