>>5441479The next few days are a sombre affair. You mourn the dead. Your father’s funeral pyre blazes at the head of scores of others, each one a valiant warrior who had given their life in defence of house Falkner. You try not to think about how many had fallen by your hand.
Tyrol and your mother agreed that the truth of what happened would have to be kept secret from the commoners. The guards that saw Althea bring you in from the wastes were sworn to secrecy. The official story became that the carnage of battle had awakened the Dragon and in it’s rage it had rampaged through the invading army and wandered off into the ash wastes. You had simply been lucky enough to evade it’s notice.
After the worst of the damage was repaired and some sense of normalcy returned to the keep your coronation was held. As Duchess Falkner your mother recognised your claim to the title of Duke and formally handed you rulership of house Falkner. Tyrol, Althea and the other (surviving) senior members of the Falkner court knelt before you and swore fealty to their new duke.
You couldn’t help but smile slightly as you looed at Althea, now officially sworn in as a member of your personal guard.
[Monke]: So cute! I wanna praise her and give her plenty of headpats!
[Hackerman]: We did well with this one. It’s like we’ve got our own personal wolf girl.
Your own personal wolf girl… now there’s a thought.
>THOT unlocked.Huh?
[(Muh)Autism]: We’re still not 100% sure that her abnormalities are due to any canid heritage.
[Monke]: Don’t ruin the moment. Aw now I really wish she had a fluffy tail we could touch. Wait… since she doesn’t have a tail all that’s left to touch is her ass… aww man we gotta use our ducal privileges to grab a handful of dat ass one of these days.
[Hero]: T-that’s harassment! We should start by holding hands.
[Edge]: Shut the fuck up you moral-fag, nobody likes you, just cus you got us to do a thing one time doesn’t make you relevant. We’re gonna rule this house and fuck anyone who gets in our way!
>Hole up a minute...