Warning!
Mature content up ahead!
Violence, strong language and sexual abuse.
October 23, 1345.
The outskirts of Rothwell,
Myknos.
Lady Dionea Black
Lady Dionea had always thought herself unfortunate for being born to a poor merchant in the Far Islands. If she hadn't been then perhaps the bastard that had taken her from her home would have treated her with more respect than she had been accorded during the duration of their marriage.
The only highlight of her life had been the daughter their relationship had sired, a daughter he now wanted to kill for standing up to him.
As she sat in her tent hidden in the woods of Rothwell, all she could do was twiddle her thumbs and pray that by some supreme miracle her husband would fail and her daughter would succeed.
