Setting > 1770 Britain, mostly the Scottish Borders, Edinburgh and London.
Characters >
William Darrow, Lord Drysdale - Neglectful noble, former soldier, secret highwayman, world’s greatest cynic, horse-lover, hella gay.
James ‘Jacob’ Reid- Young idealist from a family with radical political sympathies, stubborn, eternal optimist, artistic, hella gay but doesn’t know it yet.
Colonel Thomas Hawkes- Soldier and former friend of William, morally and politically corrupt, cunning, selfish, cold-hearted, All Round Bad Guy.
Sumeet Singh- Former Sepoy in the army of the East India Company and comrade of William, husband of Pratibha, easy going, devout, smiley, gentle, good hugger.
Pratibha Singh- Craftswoman, wife of Sumeet, fierce, straight talking, practical, takes no nonsense from anyone, likely to stab you if you look at her the wrong way.
Synopis > Jacob Reid is an idealistic young man with lofty ambitions and plans for the world but who lives steeped in the shadow of his father’s radical political views. His father asks him for help publishing a potentially seditious manuscript and so reluctantly, but ever obedient, Jacob sets off for London to find someone brave enough to print it. William Darrow is a neglectful nobleman who deals with his troubled past and unhappy life by moonlighting as a dashing highwayman. When the two cross paths during a robbery it sets in motion a chain of events which will involve them both in dangerous plots and intrigues. But negotiating their way through these perils may prove tricky when it becomes apparent that they’re both far too wrapped up in each other ...
With Nano only a day away I thought I’d finally introduce my project for 2019! It’s my first attempt at historical fiction. I don’t have a taglist yet but let me know if anyone wants to hear any more. I’m hoping to post updates and excerpts throughout November!
Hey! Not a Tumblr newbie but this blog is only a few weeks old so ... I’m sorta new? The writeblr community seems so supportive and friendly and I’d love to make some friends on here! So here’s a few things about me.
- I’m SJ, I’m 25 and from Scotland and I’m ace. I’m a teacher, and even though I spend all day reading other people’s work and correcting it, I’m terrible at doing the same for my own writing! My uni degree is in history (with some archaeology) so I love writing and reading stories set in the past, but I’m a stickler for accuracy!
-I’ve been writing since I can remember. The first story I wrote was one about a time travelling mermaid when I was about 8. Might go back and rewrite that one day as a children’s book. *adds it to a long long list of story ideas*
-Most of the writing I’ve shared before now has been fan fiction, posted here on FF and here on Ao3. Fandoms until now have been Harry Potter, Merlin, Lord of the Rings and Silmarillion. I also have some WIPs that I’ve been writing on and off for years. Main one is Crimson Daughters, a fantasy about a secret group of female assassins. I also have Traitor of the Sun, another fantasy featuring ace and pan leads, and Back of Beyond, a contemporary fantasy based on Celtic mythology.
-I love to read and play Xbox, Assassin’s Creed being my fave games (coz ya know, history AND assassin fun). I’m obsessed with HP and Tolkien to the point it takes over my life (seriously, my sister, house and six of my pets have names from Lord of the Rings). I have three tattoos and a pretty strained relationship with my cat. English/Scots is my first language (though I’ve never written in Scots) and I’m currently learning Spanish and trying to resurrect my high school German.
I’d love to make some friends so feel free to contact me or give this a like so I can check out your blog :)
Name ~ Lady Olara Peacechaser. Known as Mother Olara to her assassin recruits.
Age ~ 60
Appearance ~ Fairly tall and slender, she keeps herself fit and in good condition, more so than many women half her age. She has iron grey hair, cut to shoulder length, an unusual style for women of her rank. She has brown skin and sharp black eyes, and her arms are covered in extensive burn scars from her childhood.
Sexuality ~ Heterosexual, but voluntarily celibate.
Background ~ Olara was born with the name Mefuria, and raised in the land of Travos. But when she was five years old her parents were murdered and their house burned down. Olara was adopted by a mysterious stranger who fled with her to the neighbouring kingdom of Valikon. There he changed their names and was eventually made a lord of the royal court.
Characteristics ~ Olara is intelligent, unyielding, strict and determined. She demands perfection and complete dedication from those who follow her with little tolerance for mistakes or disloyalty. Some call her cold and calculating, others say she is callous and cruel, and yet others would say she’s a visionary who wants only what is best for the kingdom. One thing is certain however. If there’s something Olara wants, she gets it. Regardless of the consequences.
Likes ~ Her job. Power. Being respected. The satisfaction of seeing someone receive a just punishment.
Dislikes ~ Injustice. Being questioned. Disloyalty. Most of the nobility. Fire.
Details ~ Olara’s adopted father raised her in the ways of swordcraft to defend herself against her family’s enemies, but she instead turned those skills to assassination. Disregarding her father’s pacifism, she founded the Crimson Veil, a group of female assassins (whom she calls her Daughters) dedicated to tracking down and killing those who escape justice. Her Motherhouse Hospital acts as the group’s cover, but Olara cares little for healing. Her lingering anger from her parent’s murder fuels her desire to see all criminals punished, often in a way more brutal than they may deserve. She is ruthless in dispensing justice and commands her Daughters as if they were her own private army. She adopted Efira Warheart after the child’s parents were also killed, hoping perhaps to raise another one such as herself and mould her into a suitable heir, despite their many differences.
When the King is assassinated by someone outside their ranks, Olara is confronted with the ghosts of her past and involves herself in political intrigues far above the levels she is used to. Her thirst for justice at any cost may put her secret organisation and her Daughters into greater danger than ever before ...
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Appearance ~ Tall and physically intimidating. Dark hair and dark eyes which are cold and unwelcoming. He appears handsome, but there’s something about his manner which unnerves those who come into contact with him. He rarely smiles.
Sexuality ~ Bisexual
Background ~ Blackforce is from one of the most noble families of Valikon, extremely wealthy and highly influential. They have long served the monarchy as their chief advisors, wielding their influence and money in whichever way suits them best. Blackforce took his father’s place on the King’s Council upon his father’s disappearance. He has long been seen as the real power behind the crown.
Characteristics ~ Blackforce is manipulative, power-hungry and selfish. He is extremely intelligent and a master of controlling those around him but lacks the patience to see his plans through to the end. He is quick to anger and prone to violence when things don’t go his way.
Likes ~ Power. Control. Money.
Dislikes ~ The Crimson Veil. Efira. Being out-manoevered.
Details ~ Lord Warrin Blackforce is the greatest threat to the Crimson Veil assassins and has made it a personal mission of his to find and punish them. He knows a great deal about their organisation and only lacks the evidence to move against them once and for all. Their continued presence is an eternal thorn in his side as they frequently assassinate his corrupt (usually bribed) allies and undo all his carefully laid manipulations. He first swore vengeance against them when his lover, Lord Krayton Warheart, became one of their victims. He knows that Krayton’s daughter, Efira, whom he has long resented, joined the assassins, and is determined to bring her down with them for her betrayal of her father’s memory.
Blackforce’s plans for the future of Valikon are closely tied up with the death of the King, and the women of the Crimson Veil are working desperately to discover what they are, and what hold he has over the young widowed queen. They discover that his intentions stretch far beyond their own little kingdom ...
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Name ~ Tarine Seaseeker. Her Valikonian surname was given to her as a gift by her lover Danica, who was given one in return. As first-generationers, they are among the lower ranks of society. Those whose surnames are several generations old are more respected.
Age ~ Early twenties.
Sexuality ~ Lesbian. In long term relationship with Danica.
Appearance ~ Very tall, dark skinned and athleticly built. Black curls which she holds back with a scarf when at sea. Deep brown eyes which are large and sparkle when she’s in challenge mode. Always smells of salt or the spices her ship steals trades with.
Background ~ Tarine is from Otreya, which is across the Great Channel from Valikon. It is a world apart, hot and humid and almost tropical. She was raised in communal dwellings in the city of Marakan and joined a merchant crew aged 12 as a cabin girl to put food in her belly. Due to strict new laws imposed by the Turkaan, the leader of Otreya, her ship’s crew were imprisoned or executed. Tarine has harboured a contempt for the ruling government ever since and does her best to cause trouble for them in any way she can.
Characteristics ~ Tarine is vibrant, courageous, spirited and full of passion. Those who first meet her are often intimidated at first, especially when the see the mad look in her eye when she’s behind the wheel of her ship. She is fiercely protective of Danica, and would rather die than see her with so much as a paper cut. Tarine lets nothing stand in her way. But despite her brash demeanour and no nonsense attitude, at heart Tarine is a softy. She’s willing to risk everything for those she loves. She’s also deeply spiritual.
Likes ~ The feeling of being at sea. Adventures and challenge. Travelling. Adrenaline junkie. Danica.
Dislikes ~ The Otreyan Government. Olara, the leader of the Crimson Veil. Intolerance. Disloyalty to one’s friends. Cowardice. Dishonesty.
Details ~ After her crew were executed, Tarine set out on a life of revenge. She took her old ship, renamed her Ladies’ Liberty, and recruited a team of women to join her in piracy against the ships of the merchant fleet of which she used to belong. Tarine sails between many kingdoms and sells what she steals, never touching the ships of kingdoms other than Otreya. She is the main provider for the Crimson Veil assassins in Valikon, smuggling in supplies such as weapons to aid them. Tarine however does not agree with their methods, and believes the organisation is so rigidly run that the women involved have become slaves to their leader’s will. She spends a great deal of effort trying to convince Danica to leave them, but knows Danica is too honourable to abandon the people who took her in.
When Danica becomes ensnared in the deadly web of intrigue after King Tyem’s assassination, Tarine becomes reluctantly involved. She would risk anything and everything to save her love.
Read a one-shot of the beginning of Tarine and Danica’s relationship here.
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Prompt from @alexprompts. I ... got a bit carried away. Meant to write a few hundred word drabble but ended up writing pretty much a whole chapter. I’m out of control.
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One-off scene which feaures characters from my WIP Crimson Daughters. Characters are Tarine and Danica. Set 5 years before that story begins.
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It had been a week since our ship left dock. Her face still lingered before me. Fresh and young, cheeks tinged with a rosy sweetness which swelled to a bloom when she smiled. Never before had I seen a woman so pure, so untouched by darkness. She was the sunlight. A cruel irony perhaps that her land was so dull and overcast.
But even the rainclouds of that land did not dampen her brightness.
Danica. Even the sound of her name on my lips brought me joy, so foreign but delightful. I longed to speak it aloud again, to repeat it again and again until my voice went hoarse. It was a name which deserved to be screamed aloud for the Spirits themselves to hear. But more than that, I wanted once more to hear her speak my name. I closed my eyes and tried to remember …
“Tarine,” she spoke, her accent heavy as she attempted to replicate the sound of the Otreyan vowels. She shook her head and smiled. “I’m afraid I shall never get there.”
“Do not worry, my gem,” I said, resting my hand beneath her chin and stroking her soft skin. “As long as it is you who speaks it, I care not how it is pronounced.”
Danica’s cheeks flushed, and she looked at the ground for a moment and let her hair fall across her face, attempting but failing to hide her smile. I chuckled softly, amused at her sudden shyness. The stereotypes about Valikonians being reserved when it came to intimacy were true then.
“Why do you call me that?” she asked, peeking at me from behind her curtain of blonde hair. Her eyes were wide and curious, seeking out mine with a nervousness which made my heart melt. She had been deprived of love, that I could easily tell. She could not see it, for no one had ever given it to her.
“Gem?” I said, sitting down on the bed in my cabin and motioning for her to join me. “Do you really not know?”
Perching herself on the end of my bed, Danica twisted her hands in her lap, and avoided looking at me. She was easy to read, and I wondered again how she was able to work for such a secret organisation with a face so open.
I reached out and took one of her hands in mine and stroked it softly. She jumped, and then froze, her eyes on our entwined hands. Slowly, ever so slowly, she relaxed and turned her hand slightly so that it was her fingers which were caressing mine.
“Among Otreyans,” I began, my voice low and soft, “gems are the most sacred objects. Gems which are pure and without flaw. We believe that they are inhabited by our Spirits. We value them above all other treasure. To possess even one is to be considered wealthier than the Turkaan himself.”
Danica smiled. “A fine statement from a pirate.” Her eyes turned towards me and fell upon the oceangem which I wore around my neck. “Why do you seek treasure at all when you already have one?”
I laughed, and my grip on her hand tightened. “I travel the seas for adventure and to cause chaos for my former kingdom. Treasure is merely a perk.”
I forced her to meet my eyes, and my heart leapt when I heard her breath hitch as she looked at me.
“I call you gem, because that is how dear you are to me, Danica,” I said. I reached around my neck and lifted the amulet over my thick curls. I held it for a moment and stared into its depths before pressing it to my lips with a silent prayer. I slipped it over Danica’s head and let it settle itself upon her chest, twinkling in the dim light of the cabin. Danica trailed her fingers over it before looking up at me, her mouth agape.
“You cannot-“ she gasped. “Tarine … “
“I give it to you, my love,” I said, brushing back her hair and running my fingers down her cheek. “For when I have you, I can possess nothing greater.”
Danica expression of shock softened into one of disbelief. Her blue eyes welled with tears. She was unable to speak, but that did not matter, for I knew what she wanted to say. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and words were no longer necessary.
I looked out over the sea before me, the salty wind beating back my hair and the spray stinging at my eyes. Always had I loved to stand here at the bow, nose pointed towards the unknown, seeing the swell of the waves before me and delighting at the swooping sensation in my gut as we crested each one. But my heart did not rejoice as it had done before.
“Captain?”
“Kewaya,” I said, acknowledging my first mate who lurked at my shoulder. Something must be wrong for her to disturb me here. “What troubles you?”
“It is you, my captain.”
I looked at her, seeing concern in her deep eyes. She glanced nervously over her shoulder, and I could tell by the huddled woman on the other side of the deck facing this direction that she had been voted to be the one to speak with me.
“We are worried, Tarine,” she said, “You are not yourself.” Her eyes drifted downwards to where my oceangem usually hung. “Not since Valikon.”
My back stiffened, and I found myself trying hard not allow my hurt to show. A captain is a captain after all.
“I appreciate your concern,” I said, as civilly as I could. “But I am fine. The Spirits are still with me.”
“Perhaps, but the spirit inside of you is gone,” Kewaya said, stepping closer and lowering her voice so that the others could not hear. “It is that assassin woman, is it not?”
I wanted to shout at her, to scream and storm away, cursing her directness, but could not. Kewaya was my oldest friend. She knew enough to see through me, and I knew that no amount of my temper tantrums would dissuade her from speaking to me about this.
“I think of Danica still,” I admitted, my heart aching to even speak her name. “How can I not? Never have I been so entranced by a woman.”
“Did she reject you?”
I shook my head, gazing out at the horizon as I waited until I knew I could speak again without breaking down.
“On the contrary,” I said. “But we both knew it would only be a brief thing. Like the alpuri blossom which flowers only for one day and then dies, leaving only the sweetness of its scent behind to mark its existence. You know our life. I cannot stay in one place.”
Danica had known it only too well. Seaseeker, she had named me, in the style of her own people who created their own surnames in mimicry of the nobles. As I had named her. Danica Oceangem and Tarine Seaseeker.e
“The assassin leader offered us a contract,” Kewaya reminded me, coming even closer and resting her hand on my arm. “We can be one of their suppliers and sail into their city every other month. You would see her again.”
“I do not like their leader,” I said, scowling as I remembered the assassin’s matriarch. “She is without heart, without love. Danica is ensnared in her grasp. Trapped. I do not wish to see her so.”
The thought of Danica, dear sweet Danica, taking lives was abhorrent to me. I knew she shed tears after each mission, for I had held her in my arms as she sobbed and wiped the blood from her hands myself. One month I had spent in Valikon selling my wares, and in that time she had performed her duty three times. Three deaths which would live with Danica for many years to come.
“You have to decide, Tarine,” Kewaya said, bringing my attention back to her. Her eyes were stern. “Return and be their supplier, or forget this assassin. Your heart cannot be split. It is good for none of us.”
Kewaya squeezed my arm and began to walk away, stopping to look over her shoulder. “Know this. You are our captain, and we love you. If you give your love to her, know that we will do the same.”
As Kewaya left, I focused my attention back onto the horizon before me. The sun was setting, and the orange and red of the sky and sea made the two merge into one giant canvas of colour. Years ago, as a young cabin girl of twelve I had first stood here and my spirit had been set ablaze at the thought of the lands and people that lay before me, undiscovered and exciting, each one whispering seductively of adventure.
Yet now my heart was changed, and the further away from Valikon that I sailed, the fainter those old dreams became in my memory. No land would again be more alluring to me than the one I had left behind.
I lifted my head high and felt that old fire reawaken inside me, now redirected but blazing as strong as ever. My eyes grew focused and my body trembled with excitement. The wind changed direction, as if it too had come to some decision. Or perhaps it was the goddess Nyxa Danica had told me of. Either way, it was now on my side.
“Turn this ship around!” I bellowed to my crew, turning and running across the deck. “Set the sails! We have a new heading!”
“Captain?”
“We go to Valikon,” I announced, grinning at Kewaya. “The wind told me.”
Kewaya nodded and rushed off to implement my orders with a grin on her own face as I stood at the bulwarks, feeling the ship begin to turn, almost drowning in my impatience.
“I’m coming, my oceangem,” I whispered into the wind. “I love you.”
The wind did not respond, but seemed to blow even more fiercely as it assisted the Ladies’ Liberty in its manoeuvre and drove her onwards.
One week later we sailed into the docks at Valimer. The light was dull and the whole cavern echoed with the sounds of sailors and merchants as they worked. The docks below were heaving with people, both from the ships and the city above the underground docks as they milled around, haggling prices and arguing in shrill voices. I searched the dull masses, hoping beyond hope that I would see a flash of that golden hair, yet knowing it to be fruitless. That assassin leader kept her under a tight leash. She wouldn’t be here.
We soon found our usual berth and paid off the harbour master with the usual bribe and the crew looked to me for instruction. Yet, I knew not what to say to them. Our hold had been emptied upon our last visit; we had nothing to trade, and the amusements of this rainy little land with its pale-skinned inhabitants and their provincial attitudes were few.
They saw my indecision and discretely moved away, some disappearing below deck and others tending to standard maintainence duties, though the ship hardly needed any repair, so recent was our last visit.
Looking down at the dock, the excitement faded and was replaced with crushing fear, an emotion thus far almost unknown to me. Had I been too rash in coming here? Would she even want to see me? We had bidden farewell weeks ago here on this very spot, both with the expectation of never seeing each other again, ending what had been a short but passionate affair. What if she had already moved on? She knew I had never intended to return to this little unprofitable land. Had I been nothing more than an exotic indulgence? Enjoyed, but then easily forgotten?
My ship was in the furthest berth from the centre of the busy docks, and few people came this way, telling from the sails that we were Otreyan and thus unlikely to carry any of the prized firestone from the north of their land. One figure, however, emerged from the far distant mass and came towards us. Heavily cloaked, the figure walked alone, hooded and mysterious. Its steps were almost hesitant.
My heart leapt, and without a word to my crew I leapt over the side of my ship and landed on the stone dock, my body juddering at the shock, yet I did not care. I straightened up and saw the figure, now only a few lengths away, stop in surprise. I breathed heavily, hardly daring to hope that what I so desired could be happening. I pushed my hair from my eyes and stepped forwards, my hands outstretched.
“Dani?”
Slowly, the figure reached up and lowered its hood and I saw that wondrous hair shining even in the half light of the cavern, mirroring the gem at her chest.
I choked out a sob, astonishing myself at the raging emotions surging through me. How was it possible that I, Tarine the lowly pirate woman from Otreya, could ever have been blessed with such a wondrous feeling?
I stepped forwards slowly, my legs threatening to collapse under me. Danica stepped forwards as well and soon she was in my arms, her body warm and pressed firmly against my own. I held her close, closing my eyes in my bliss, feeling her tighten her own grip and wishing she would never let me go.
I pulled away slightly and looked at her, drinking in her beautiful face, delighting in the longing I saw there. She reached up and trailed one hand down the side of my face as if trying to determine whether I was real or not. Her lips trembled.
“But how did you know?” I whispered, my voice tender as she gazed upon me. “How did you know I would return?”
Danica smiled, the softness of her expression belying the wild elation I saw in her eyes. “How did I know? My dear Tarine … the wind told me, of course.”
I grinned, and pulled her close once more, my lips searching for hers. Never again would the wind to take me from her again. It would always bring me right back again.
Themes ~ Assassins, secrets, loyalty, political intrigue, coming of age, identity, revenge, justice, morality
Summary ~ Efira Warheart is a nineteen year old noblewoman of Valikon, and appears like an average teenager. But Effi has a dark past, and a dark secret. She is a member of the feared Crimson Veil, the band of female assassins who operate in the shadows of the city, taking out the men that the law cannot or will not touch. As the daughter of the Veil’s leader, Effi will one day lead the assassins, but neither she nor her mother believe she is ready. Things are set in motion when the King is assassinated, and all signs point to the Crimson Veil, only it wasn’t them. Effi is sent after the mysterious man who they believe to be the real killer bent on framing them, and as she does so she uncovers a plot far greater than anything they could have anticipated.
Status ~ First Draft
POV ~ First person POV. The story is told from the perspective of several characters, with Efira being the most prominent.
Excerpt ~ Her heart was in her mouth, as was usual at this moment, beating faster than she thought was possible. The fire entered her veins and she held her breath. With her right hand, she withdrew her long hooked blade from beneath her cloak, and with her left reached inside her hood and grasped hold of the sheer crimson veil that lay across the back of her head, pulling it down over her face. The world was red, and her moment had come.
Quick as the wind, she darted forwards, closing the already tiny gap between her and her target and thrust the blade as deep as she could into his lower back, twisting harshly, withdrawing it and then plunging it in again on the opposite side. Her target cried out in pain and astonishment, and his colossal frame collapsed to the ground which was already scarlet with his blood and glinting in the dim moonlight.
Efira crouched, and with difficulty managed to heave him around to face her. Gasping like a grounded fish his face drained of colour when he looked up at her face behind its veil. His eyes widened and he let out a terrified moan.
“No … please,” he whimpered, already struggling to breathe. “Not me …”
“You have been chosen to die by the Crimson Veil, Feron Goldkeeper,” she said, leaning down towards the dying man. “For crimes of extortion, theft, rape and murder. May Essar cast you from the Life Beyond and send you to the Fire.”
He twitched and spluttered a few moments more, his features contorted in terror, before he was suddenly still.
She reached into a pocket of her robes beneath her cloak, and withdrew another piece of crimson cloth, cut neatly into a perfect square. She leaned over and placed it over the dead man’s face. Then she stood and walked briskly off in the other direction. She could afford to waste no time. Appearances could be deceiving, and the body may be discovered at any moment by another late-night stroller.
Before she turned onto the main thoroughfare she stowed her bloodied knife back in the folds of her cloak and smoothed back her veil until it rested along the back of her head over her thick dark hair, tucking it in so that it did not show beneath the hood of her cloak. There would be no surer giveaway than the sight of this inflammatory piece of clothing.
Appearance ~ Very tall, unusually so for a woman in her country, strongly built. Very curly messy black hair which is never under control. Pale, freckled skin, deep brown eyes. Always wears heavy, long robes which cover as much skin as possible.
Sexuality ~ Heterosexual.
Background ~ Orphaned at nine years old under suspicious circumstances, Efira was adopted by Olara Peacechaser who took her to live with her at the Motherhouse Hospital, a front for the notorious group of female assassins: the Crimson Veil.
Characteristics ~ While a skilled fighter, Efira is impulsive and often fails to think through her actions. She’s fiery, stubborn, wilful but has a strong sense of honour and justice. She is terrified of failure and of not being good enough, something she’s heard ever since she was a child. She holds everyone, including herself, to what is sometimes an impossibly high moral standard.
Likes ~ Luxurious clothes, thick, soft material which drapes over her. Sunshine, which she rarely sees. Her closest (and only friend) Danica. Helping others.
Dislikes ~ Blood. She goes into a major panic when she sees it on her hands or clothes. Makes life as an assassin ... pretty difficult. Hates being teased. Can’t stand failure, or letting people down. Dislikes being seen as weak or lacking in honour.
Details ~ Raised in the way of the assassin since she was nine years old, Effi is commited to the ideals of the Crimson Veil: to hunt down any man who manages to escape justice and carry it out themselves. She’s dedicated to the concepts of justice and honour and righting the wrongs of the world, taking pride in punishing those who slip through the net. She’s never questioned the beliefs she was raised with, and lives in the desperate hope she can make her adopted mother proud.
An unexpected death however throws the kingdom into turmoil and Effi comes to question all her previous assertions and discovers there’s a fine line between justice and revenge ...
OC Interview with Efira here
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