A Queen, standing in her saddle, upon a horse black as night, star shining at his brow. A sword forged of cold steel, it's hilt wrapped in wire, A blade lies alone among a field of bones, it's owner, helpless to retrieve it. A simple servant girl, her name unknown to most, stealing the true heart of the Crown, her greatest achievement. A war, measured in weeks not months, an all out brawl between an immutable object, and an unstoppable force, a war of fire and blood, a war to change a world.