My name is Themis and I am not supposed to be alive. 
I survived the hunt which a maiden had not survived for hundreds of years and now I am saddled with a husband. 
Waves from both the empire and outside the empire are coming. I might be dead at the end but I will try my best to be alive. 
I will use everything in my arsenal. 
Including my gift of prophesy. Even if the gift will get me killed. 
My name is Themis and this is my story.

Legacy: one made out of blood

　　“The ladies are what?” I asked glancing at Gwenn who brought me the message with unhidden glee. She wanted to crash that tea meeting and I am the only one she could follow.


　　“The ladies are all meeting and excluding you.” Gwenn repeated.


　　“It isn’t my business.” I muttered beneath my breath as I try to calm myself down.


　　“Did I mention that Estrid is there?” Gwenn added with a grin.


　　“Fetch me Dyane to help style my hair, you might want to get ready too, we are going there.” I stated as Gwenn gave a whoop and left the room not minding that I was ordering her.


　　Thirty minutes later, I and Gwenn was walking through the home of Lillian where the meeting was holding, I dismissed all guards and servants around me since I knew the way to the morning room myself.


　　As I got closer I started hearing snippets of conversation. “…maybe we should send another invite.” A voice said then Lady Estrid replied.


Chapter 38