The Trail between Skies and Seas

She had been born to sin and luxury. Her body had been designed for dance, pleasure and love. Yet, without father, slaves, land and title, she was nothing but a wench cursed with the Eye of the Kings.

And though pawns could become kings and kings could become pawns, queens always remained tools. Rare commodities to be sold to the highest bidder. The strong possess and the weak submit, after all.

But the weak also have their little weapons and big ambitions. And enslaved and broken as she was, Šarratum would have her master's head if she so wished.