"I will burn them all" Merenrys' raspy cold voce filled the air in despair, her eyes shuttering closed, the action deliberate as she retreated into her own thoughts.

The hieroglyphs along her arms, once glowing with the steady rhythm of peace, now flickered violently, as if its ancient language could no longer contain the storm inside her.

They whispered to her, the voices of her ancestors, hissing through her blood with hatred.

Her heart no longer at peace.

Rise, Merenrys.

Burn what ...