The Northern kingdom had descended into chaos, Queen Raheline addressed the people that fateful day but her words to the people did nothing to prevent the riot that followed. The people of the north were not going to accept a tyrant queen and a mid-kingdom foreigner upon their throne. Raheline had barricaded herself in her chambers but she could hear they were drawing close. She had realised that she carried her late husband’s child; his last laugh she thought but that did not matter now. The elven she burned still haunted her, they were here with her in this room, she could not put a barricade against them but she was cowering beside a tall cabinet. Everywhere she looked she could see charred corpses coming towards her reaching out with their arms still smoking from the fires. The husband
