The Queen Maker

The Queen Maker

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In a world where Kings ruling became legend and Queens ruled with a consort at their side an unusual ritual became necessary to keep the gene pool of royals healthy a high ranking official in the beginning of the kingdom suggested a possible way of making this possible. Every one hundred years the eldest son of the current monarch would be labelled the “Queen Maker”. Eligible young women would be gathered, one from each state, and brought to the palace of Ephanis and there the Queen maker would have to oversee their training. At the end of a few months he would have to choose one bride who would then be coronated as the Queen of Ephany.
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