Chapter 1

Watching the baker's son get whipped and beaten up viciously or looking at the way the seamstress's head rolled away from her body, was just a game for Morana. A game she could win.

The begs, cries, and shrills were a pleasure for her. She could torture anyone, even the poor and innocent and could get away with it. She was their owner, their queen, and no one could accuse or displease their queen, no one.