>>5719174“…So?” your Human Queen, the Princess of this realm and its people, asks.
“The Great One will return with usss to our realm,” you explain. “Until then, he will avoid causssing more harm.”
You thought this conclusion would please her, and yet… She does not seem pleased.
“What isss wrong?” you ask.
“What’s wrong?” she repeats, surprised by your lack of understanding. “Theral… What’s wrong is that they’ve killed people-eaten them! Ruined lives! Destroyed entire villages! Storehouses!”
“Asss I’ve noted, I’ve eaten human flesh asss well, in the passt,” you remind her gently, wincing at her momentary expression of revulsion as she recalls. “Our peoplesss are at war. He doess not yet underssstand the path to peacce. We will show him, together.”
“There needs to be justice,” Ekaterine asserts.
“My brother hasss ssuffered much,” you say. “Where iss HISSS jussticcce, for what HUMANSS did to him? Two wrongs, two EVILSS, do not make a right, I know, but doess he not desserve a chancce to learn, grow, and change, asss with all of usss?”
You resist the urge to smirk as your Beloved One buckles to these words—aphorisms from her own philosophy, fragments of your own dream-debates cleaned during your covert courtship, extracted from her own subconscious.
“But even so… Those poor people.”
You frown a little, and look down from the hills to where, through the trees, you can still see some rising smoke.
What will you do?
>It’s not your job to rescue humans—let the nobles and knights of this land tend to their own flock>Render aid here, and help bring comfort and organization to the local community>Descend from the mountain and proclaim to the humans that they will find warmth and welcome… In Bloodrise>Lead the sufferings survivors to Hawksong with you, a refugee caravan with a Prince and Princess at its head>Write-in 