Light Em Up!

"It's certainly something that will require a bit of thought, but I am leaning toward gathering a party to sleigh the beast. Ghost has young children, I won't have the youth of Seracia plagued by a rogue bull." Hell had no fury like a King protecting his subjects. Seracia would see a side of their monarch they had not seen before. Excitement brewed just under the surface of Gerhardt's flesh, boiling and festering to a point he was sure might drive him mad if he didn't take action in the near future. Her words of undying loyalty reverberated in his ears, spurring on the festering concoction that brewed in his veins. Wolves like this could lead Seracia to a new level. Wolves like this were few and far between. He gazed in her direction for a moment - almost astonished at how much she seemed to trust him after only a few weeks of knowing him.

As time flitted by the King wondered how his tale would sit with the woman. He'd certainly come up from a shaky past, and in truth had very little foundation to stand upon. Many wolves in Seracia didn't even know their monarch's history - but it hadn't seemed to matter much to any of them until now. He had almost been surprised by her question, but had certainly welcomed it. Gerhardt had long since sworn to be as open a book as he could, and this would be no exception. As the smile flickered onto her face, he drew up one of his own - pearly whites gleaning in a momentary beam of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the roof. Her comment resulted in a rumbling chuckle and a brief tilt of his head. "Apparently not." He smirked, a jest brewing in his mind. "Perhaps that shall be our new mantra: Seracia, a home for the exiles! It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Of course he would never dream of diverting Seracia from their pillars of respect and honor, but he would certainly not turn away anyone for being an exile.

"Speech"