Chapter 1
Lady Binthelwyn Nymwoie was a warrior. Her sword was called 'sweet death' or Riuadh in the ancient language and was red and bright like the facet of a ruby. Her battle armor was light, made of russet steel, battered from constant fighting. Lady Binthelwyn was a red shadow, mercilessly soaking the land with the blood of her enemies.
Nuin was a small but prosperous kingdom on the shores of the Sea of Volcanoes, and Lady Binthelwyn was the crown princess, much to her dismay. While other maidens of noble birth sharpened their tongues, and minds, to rule their castles and serve their kings, she preferred to sharpen her sword and to devastate armies. She had no time for delicate words and diplomacy. She would die young in battle, sword in hand, like the heroes in the stories of the bards. One day they would sing a song about her and her exploits, just as they sang about the Pilgrim King or the Silver Maiden.
And she was sure that her song would resound throughout the kingdoms of the continent.Start writing here…
