There was a thin line between love and hate. Eleanor crossed that line. From a hopeless romantic she turned into a ruthless queen who played the court and used whatever she could to achieve her goals.
No matter the bloodshed. It was for a greater course.
Eleanor had accidentally stumbled upon information about the sorcerers in the old palace library. A group of dark magic practitioners who fought the kingdom in the shadows.
The origins of the sorcerers were built out of resentment. Centuries ago before Draconia was created by the god of strength, Maximus. The lords ruled the lands of Theraxia.
The lords constantly fought against each other until Maximus appeared and unified the land. He fell in love with his mortal bride, the daughter of the Lord of the land where Vitalis stood now and founded Draconia.
