Warning!Mature content up ahead!Violence, strong language and sexual abuse.October 23, 1345.The outskirts of Rothwell,Myknos.Lady Dionea BlackLady 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.She remembered the look of disbelief that had crossed her daughter's face when she had told her that she had not been held captive and hated that she had lied to her but what was she to do when she was but a cowardly woman fearing h

October 30, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackOdeya groaned as pain flooded her as soon as she regained consciousness. She had been moving in and out of delightful dreams that were more memories pulled from the far reaches of her soul.Her favourite had been the one where she had her head in her mother's lap, her nimble fingers weaving her hair into loose braids as she sang a song of her people. Just another thing her father had stopped when he felt her mother was babying her.Her eyelids felt heavy but she pushed past the ache of disuse and tried opening her eyes, a small slit at first then wider when she noticed the dim lighting in the familiar room.She recognized the navy linen canopy of her bedroom as her vision cleared.A male groan tore her gaze from the ceiling and she sat up suddenly, biting a wince as the wound in her side stung.She placed a hand on her side as she righted herself, her eyes narrowing on the ma