It all came crashing down

He made to leave - he still had a storeroom to deal with after all - but her question gave him pause. He hesitated, and then sat at the edge of her bed. His behemoth form struggling to take up only a little room. “Alright, then.” He said, a little thoughtfully. “I could give you a pretty answer, if it makes you feel better. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was telling her the truth. If she hadn’t fallen, he wouldn’t have. And what did that imply about himself? Perhaps he was softer than he should be for this rank. Maybe he’d beat up some puppies later, just to prove he could. Not really.

”But the truth is, I did not expect to be made Warlord for many, many years. My father bailed shortly before my grandfather retired. I have… a lot to prove, as you might have figured when you patched me up. That happened not five minutes after I held the crown, my Aunt challenged me for the pack, and when she left she took some wolves with her. Taking a slave was both a powermove, and to pull someone into my corner. I needed you to patch me up, and you did.” He needed her, though it wasn’t a fun thing to admit to.


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