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

The days passed like water in a stream. In the Juhntt capital, the daylight had rolled in without seize. The villages and lower towns had awoken and with noise on their tail. They moved around without care for silence’s sleep, going about work into the day. Hunger, a motive to dare the cold and kill the ice under one’s feet for a fill of stomach's growl; better to murder than be killed by the cries of children. 


In the palace, King Adrian stared at his advisors with a careless smile. 


“Relax,” he said, throwing their complaint off his mind as he moved towards his wife’s palace. He walked into Amie’s study to see her arranging documents and raised a brow. 


“You seem busy.” he said, alerting her of his presence at the door. 


“You should be busy.” she retorted and he chuckled in reply before taking a seat. Amie waved away the attendants then turned to him with raised brow. 


“You need me for something?” she asked. 


“This king cannot meet his queen without need?” he asked. 


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