Feral lycans. Blind horses. Drunken doves. Deadly duels. Blood feuds. Assassinations. Mad gods. Foul magics. Mythic places.   These terrible things I see, These things I must navigate, And I have but one power, That is more curse than blessing: That of the Servant, Beholden and below, Sworn to someone else. I thought that it would kill me, This cursed service, But life... Life is never simple, Is it?   *** [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]