No thrones, but you do get a snazzy den

He blinked in surprise at the tears that fell from the face of the Princess. At first he thought it was delight st the comforts, and then he realized it was something more. She may have shown little of what her loss meant to her, but only a month or so prior, her entire life had fallen apart. The warlord had teased her gently in his head for being raised pampered, but the truth was she had lost more then most.

He cleared his throat, and shuffled his weight from one foot to the next. Awkward, and uncertain how to comfort the crying girl. He settled for giving her a soft pat of her back, and said nothing of it when she told him it had not happened.

She moved the topic on quickly, diving into the buffalo pelts, and greedily taking two of the big plush things. He could hardly tell her off after seeing her cry at the sight of them. Ah well, he was the one who had harvested them, so it was his right to give them both away. "Let's get these out of here" he said, reaching for one of the large pelts and lifting it easily off her. He carried it back out of the cellar, and treated it lightly beside the obelisk. "Now, so you want to pick one of these dens? They are free for the taking. I always have a few set up for newcomers. You can either grow attached to that one, or pick out a spot for you own den, and ill help you dig it out" he offered, voice growing gruff and business like again. Crying damsels was not his strong point. He was much better at ripping apart their enemies then chasing away their tears.