It was everything she never wanted. Rain pounded down upon the land, muddying the fields and sucking the fallen bodies into temporary graves. Blood continued to stain the sea-foam grass to rust as weapons crashed--flesh tore and bones shattered. There were cries echoing around the cacophony of Battle that chilled your spine like Widowers picking souls free from their corpses. Her breath billowed like smoke, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession under her soiled gown. Her hands trembled. Her eyes watered. Her knees quaked. This was the weight of the Crown . The dying and the orphaned. The wasted homelands. The stained soils. The Broken . She had promised them freedom--vowed to protect them at all cost. And they had repaid with their lives. ...