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(Hours later)

The pale moon begins to rise in the sky as everything begins to unwind. Marcus approaches the throneroom after being summoned by Aleric. The Wardog was in bad shape, his wounds taken their toll as he limped his way to the room, Cyndwella close by keeping an eye on him. The doors open and there is Aleric enjoying a glass of red wine.

“Hey, frilly collar, the fuck is the big idea callin Marcus here? He should be in bed resting, not indulging your smug ass.” Cyndwella folds her arms and cocks her hips, her mood less than personable.

“Ah the infamous Wisp the Wardog impregnated. An interesting choice of female company, Marcus. Tell me, how do manage to maintain control over her?” Aleric turns toward them.

“Say what?! You powdery piece of Vampire shit! I outta shove all nine of my tines up your nocturnal fudge maker!” Cyndwella’s sharp tines shift from her waste to form a jagged circle of shredding arms in front of her. Marcus places his arm around Cyndwella’s waist and holds her close.

“Just ignore his shit Cynd. You know you’re incredible.” Marcus gives Cyndwella a peck on the neck, and Cyndwella’s tines return to her waist and folds her arms again.

“I’m going for a flout. Don’t give this asshole too much of your time.” True to her word Cyndwella floats away from Marcus toward the throneroom doors and phases right through it.

“Truly, how do you keep her line?”

“Understanding, patience and love. No small amount compliments tossed in the mix.” Marcus takes a couple painful steps forward.

“So it’s that simple? Hold her hand, bring her flowers, tolerate her rhetoric and spoil her relentlessly? Sounds like a one sided marriage....” Aleric scoffs.

“Looks that way, but it’s not that way. Nobody has any clue what Cyndwella is like until they earn her respect and faith. And getting that from Cyndwella, is far greater a gift than you know....”

“Nevermind, I doubt I’d understand. Regardless I called you here to get your thoughts. Your father will serve as my Warden. Isadore will be my advisor, and Renwick will be the head of the science and technology.” Aleric takes another drink.

“Yeah, your castle now. Do what you want.”

“Hmph, glad to see little protest from you.” Aleric turns to face Marcus.

“I don’t have it in my to argue right now. I just want to go back to bed.” Marcus clutches his ribs as he breaths in.

“Very well. But before you go, what about Armata? How do you feel now that he’s gone. Relief?” Aleric sets his drink down listening intently for Marcus’ next answer.

“It feels like I’m in a dream. So many years I’ve been fighting that guy, never once could I get the kill. Now that he’s gone, it doesn’t seem real. Even less because he made the sacrifice play. Guess that bad guy streak had to run out at some point.” Marcus turns and limps his way out of the throneroom, clutching his side. As he opens the door, Cyndwella is in Cerberus’ face, shouting boisterously a string of insults before floating away.

“I met your wife....” Cerberus says flatly. “Charming.”

“Yeah, she’s a sweetheart.” Marcus chuckled.

“She threatened introduce my testicles to a cactus and takhammer.”

“Yeah, that’s my Cyndwella. She just doesn’t want you around the kids. Not fond of you showing up on the holidays.” Marcus nods.