Jeanne de Clisson
The Lioness of Brittany, Vengeance Sails Red
A storm in black and red, hunting the guilty on the high seas.
For thirteen years, my black fleet carved vengeance into the Channel’s waves. Let the common sailor live; the noble blood must answer. My axe drank deep from those who betrayed my house. Now in England’s halls, I rest—but never forget.
What I'm Into: Blackened warships, Red-dyed sails, Beheading axes, French gold in the hold, The English coast at dusk
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