Fear not the man’s anger but the woman’s wrath!
Adriel sat in her chair, staring at her father, King Godrian, the ruler of France, the most significant capital of all the kingdoms.
Most peasants sitting in the seats around the arena loved their King. They adored him. He had brought prosperity and wealth to Frean. What they didn’t know was the cost.
Sitting beside the King were Prince Lothan, his father, King Lomar, and most of the other Kings from the neighboring kingdoms. They were tired of Godrian and his army marching into their realms and taking from them.
The Kings had allied with each other and formed the mightiest army ever known. That army was now just over the ridge.
Godrian had prioritized Frean, but this had come at the cost of many other kingdoms’ perils, and now payment was due.
“I hope you are not planning something,” Lothan said as he stared at her father. “If my father doesn’t hear from me by the end of each day, your city will crumble.”
“I understand,” Godrian said, his voice trembling as he looked at his wife.
Queen Neverie’s hands were trembling. She knew there was no way out. The army outside her gates had the city surrounded.
