IkuSaari

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. 

Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. 

The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. 

Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king.

WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading.

discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

Serenica opened up her left hand, still curled up tightly in a fist as if she had been suffering from a seizure of some kind.

She found the ring in there, dainty and far too small for the finger of most grown men.

Something told her she was not supposed to use it just yet.

The memories of the ferryman's words came crashing into her groggy brain.

"What did he say?" Myorka asked eagerly, leaning over the table. "What secrets did we gain?"

"Nothing yet," Serenica said, averting her gaze. "We need to…"

It was too soon, too fast, but the widow still pressed the matter. She crossed her arms, made herself look more threatening, and huffed through her tears.

"I have a right to know. He is my husband, in this life and the next one, his death had to have some meaning. Or else, I am not letting go of him at all."

Serenica sighed and looked towards the ceiling.

The Believable Ruler