To Claim A King

The world I’ve spent a decade building is slowly crumbling to ashes at my feet.
Three vicious men are lying in wait, vying for my Queendom.
Little do they know, I have three men of my own. A devoted court of vengeance, each a jewel in my crown:
My Rook – the cunning conman, the creator of chaos. His war is waged through wits and wiles.
My Knight – the dangerously devoted, the slayer of sin. His battle is bred with blades and bone.
My King – the cryptic keeper, the defender of death. His fight is forged by fists and fire.
As our enemies try to break us, we build an empire of our own, mortared with the blood of the guilty.
The board is set, the game is on. They’ll have to learn their lesson the hard way.
Only Hillary Lane wears the crown.