Sirus was uncomfortable to learn he had been ranked so highly within the Ashen Empire, he considered himself a guard, and a slave, only. He had served Deathbelle for almost all his life, and his authority had lain only in what he needed to keep her safe. However, he would take whatever position she commanded of him, and be grateful that it allowed him authority to protect her.
The titan giant roamed the territory of the Ashen Empire, restless and uneasy. He was yet to meet other wolves beneath her Imperial Majesty, and needed to know what he was up against. He expected to see familiar faces of the royal family, of those that had chosen to follow Deathbelle to this new-formed Empire. He hated not knowing what to expect.
He moved to the edge of the lake, scrutinising the pale water, and wondering at its name. Had many wolves set their paws to these banks in the past? Now none but the Ashen could touch it. He smiled at the thought, pleased at what Deathbelle had started here.
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