Dorothy simply could not believe the terrifying whirlwind she was living through.
A month ago, she would never have even dreamt of such things happening to her.
She was the daughter of Baron Garon Stoneford. Within the vast expanse of the Radhamantian Empire, a minor baronial house held little true power or renown, but she had lived a quiet, contented life with her father. She knew only that her mother had passed away giving birth to her, but her father's boundless kindness had always been enough to fill the void her mother had left behind.
But exactly one month ago, her entire world had been violently upended. She had returned home from the bustling market, only to find her father lying dead upon their floor, surrounded by a pool of his own blood.
Her only remaining family had been brutally murdered.
