Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5583506-20150320000953

"He was. Though his entire life is a big tragedy. He lost both his parents to a blizzard before he even knew how to speak and has been raised by his councilors ever since."

As she spoke Ebba Thuriksson walked towards the throne with a wide grin on her meaty lips. "Well, I be damned!" she chuckled. "Valkyrie! Or should I rather say Matriarch Ghost-Wolf now?"

Behind her was her only son Thurismund, looking just as stoic and bitter as usual. Nothing like his mother.

"Dammit, Thur!" said the short, plump woman and slapped her tall son hard in the back. "Greet the Matriarch!"

He only nodded. "Matriarch", he mumbled.

"There! Wasn't so hard, was it?" Ebba then turned to Perdix, her grin growing even wider. "And there he is! Such a chivalrous young man, coming to steal my oathsworn Matriarch's wolf-heart away! You know that you are more than welcome to steal mine anytime! Heh!"

Valkyrie tried her best not to laugh. She liked Ebba and remembered her well from the many family meetings from years ago. The two clans had always gone hand in hand and the Ghost Oaks had always showed an undying respect and loyalty for their superiors.