For thirty days, the Bloodburn Kingdom teetered on the sharp edge of suspense, its very atmosphere heavy with palpable tension.
The queen, in her formidable righteousness, was ripping away the curtain of deceit that had shrouded the kingdom. Her relentless pursuit of justice echoed through the kingdom, casting long, ominous shadows.
On the blood-stained cobblestones of the capital, traitors met their fiery end. The grim spectacle of the royal pyres served as a grisly testament to the price of treachery.
These were men who had once shared feast and fight, now consigned to the flames in a brutal purge that spared none of the guilty.
Even some of the elite officials of House Drake, once paragons of nobility, found themselves ensnared in this inquisition. Yet, the majority of those exposed bore the mark of those under House Thorne.
