Lady of Spires

Belladonna Sera, a woman of a small village. Cherished for her strength and way with the rusted axe. Tumbling dark peony hair, reminiscent of pooling blood from the hunt that stains her hands. gold and black eyes swimming with a grotesque joy. Perhaps its karma that leads her to be chosen as a candidate, a candidate to be queen. Dancing with wolves, gnashing teeth, bled lambs. The king of the spires is not all that he seems.