The Duchess of Darkmoor has a steel crown, an ill reputation at the royal court, and a seat among the high sorcerers of the Magisterium. The flawed werefox has not a penny to her name, a scattering of freckles on her skin, and countless scars on her body. No one can weave their threads into a single pattern—shapeshifters steer clear of Darkmoor, and duchesses do not converse with riffraff.
[From itch.io]