Things like crowns had a troublesome influence on clever folks; it was best to leave all the reigning to the type of people whose eyebrows met in the centre.

Three witches collected on a lonely heath. A ruler cruelly murdered, his throne usurped by his ambitious cousin. A child heir and the crown from the kingdom, both missing. The omens aren’t auspicious for the brand new incumbent, for whom ascending this tainted throne is certainly a more complicated affair than you may imagine, particularly if the blood on your own hands just won’t wash off and you’re facing another with kitchen knives in it…