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Dorian Bren couldn't stomach the thought of eating, but Sammel called on the kitchens for dinner anyway. These past months, he had hoped that Elias had escaped. That was until King Tomas announced that his body had been found and hung it on the castle gates as if it were a decoration. The snow and ice had preserved the body, leaving no doubt to the fact that it was Elias. There were to be celebrations that the former King's murderer had been found. It made him furious.

"Dorian, you need to calm down. I can see you shaking from here." Sammel looked at him sympathetically.

"Calm down? How can I calm down when one of my - of our - closest friends shows up dead, and that... Tyrant hangs him outside the gates like a trophy? You know just as well as I that Elias could never have killed King Aeryn."

"Yes. Yes I do. But so do half the reigning lords!" Sammel raised his voice. "You want me to be as angry as you? I am! But I can keep my emotions in check when I'm trying to be at home with my husband! Sitting there starving yourself while you seethe isn't going to solve anything!" Sammel's yelling startled Dorian. It took quite a bit to get the older bear to yell, but it seemed that he had pushed him that far.

"I'm sorry, hon, you're right. It's just that even though everyone knows Tomas is a usurper, nobody wants to do anything about it. Half of the time they're too scared of Tomas, and the other half of the time they're bickering over who will replace him. Plus, we have no proof or witnesses to the murder, so we would have no way to convince the other lords that he's guilty. It's infuriating."

"I know, honey." Sammel walked over to him and caressed the side of Dorian's muzzle. "But you can't do anything here with me. Forget about it for now, ok?"

Dorian nodded, then looked around. "Where are the boys?"

"Thankfully, they're over at Lord Raelish's quarters spending time with Renald. I think they mean to stay the night. Or at least Yorick does, of course."

"Of course." Lord Raelish was a bull whose son was near in age to Toran, his eldest, and Yorick, who was a year younger than his brother. Dorian figured Yorick was sweet on Renald, having shown more interest in males than females. He doubted Renald returned the feelings, but if Yorick took after his father, it wouldn't deter him. Toran, conversely, seemed to be sweet on every girl in the castle - much to the chagrin of their fathers.

At that moment their servant, Jorn, announced the arrival of their dinner. Dorian nodded to the weasel, and he opened the doors to admit the kitchen servants, who were surprisingly accompanied by Anton, the head chef.

"Anton, what brings you here?"

"Lord Bren, Master Sammel. I just came to offer my condolences. This day has been a tragic one." The raccoon bowed sincerely.

"Thank you Anton. I'm glad you're not as joyous as the King would have you be."

"My lord, I cannot be joyous about King Aeryn's murderer finding justice when such an event has not happened." The raccoon spoke softly, so the other staff could not hear.

"So you don't believe Elias did it?"

Anton shook his head. "It's not a matter of belief. I know it for a fact."

"How?" Dorian was intrigued. If this raccoon had proof...

"I cannot say here. Meet me behind the Laughing Bull tonight at midnight, and I can show you. I only tell you this because I know you loved Elias, and I know you can do something about it."

Without saying another word, the raccoon left, leaving the two bears staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Do you think he really has proof?" Sammel broke the silence.

Dorian shrugged. "No idea, but I mean to find out."

Sammel nodded. "I'll go with you."

"No, it could be a ruse. I'm sure Tomas knows we were Elias' friends."

"All the more reason for me to go with you."

"No. I'm not going to put you in harm's way." Dorian looked at Sammel sternly, but the older bear gave him that expression that he knew all too well.

"You don't have a choice. If it comes to a fight, I'm the better fighter. I'm coming with you." Dorian hated it when Sammel got this way. He was right - the older bear was a bladesmaster - but he wished he wasn't.

Dorian sighed. "Why can't you be like the other Lords' spouses?"

Sammel smiled. "Then I wouldn't be the bear you fell in love with. Would you like me to be someone else?"

"I didn't say that. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Nor I, you. If I have to put myself in danger to keep you safe, then so be it."

"I could get guards to keep me safe."

"Ah, but you already have one better. You have a husband."

"I didn't want a husband to protect me; I just wanted one to love me."

"And yet I do both. Aren't you lucky?"

Dorian gave up. "There's no talking you out of this, is there?"

"Not at all." Sammel shook his head. "Anyway, chances are Anton really has something. He was Elias' friend as well, don't forget."

"I know. It's just, after Tomas started jailing anyone who openly disagreed with him, I've been nervous. He even jailed his mother! I don't put anything past a man like that."

"Neither do I, which is why I'm going with you."

They finished their meal in silence, Dorian still fuming at Sammel's stubbornness. Sometimes he wished the bear would just do as he said and stay safe, but that wouldn't be the bear he loved. He just had to fall in love with a headstrong, stubborn, independent, insufferable, gentle, loving, gorgeous bear.

The hours seemed to drag on while they waited. Dorian was nervous. He was excited. If that raccoon had something that would help their cause, he'd love him forever. Sammel seemed to sense Dorian's nerves. The older bear stood behind his chair, rubbing his shoulders softly. They waited silently until minutes before the stroke of midnight.

"It's time." Sammel whispered, stopping his rubbing.

Dorian nodded and gathered his cloak. The spring air was still cool, and furthermore he wanted to make sure that no one recognized him outside the castle. Looking back, he saw Sammel don his cloak, and they headed out together.

The castle was fairly dead at this time of the night. Most of the nobles were already asleep, and only a small portion of the servants did their work overnight - mostly cleaning maids. The guards were at their posts, of course, but they were always silent. They exited the castle without issue; thankfully Tomas hadn't gone too crazy yet and instilled a curfew. Dorian kept his eyes moving, taking in everything once out in the city. Feria was a safe city as long as you kept close to the castle, but the inn they sought was nearer the outskirts, where cutpurses could be found at nearly every turn. He was thankful that their cloaks were not very fine, having been gifted to the pair by a tailor in Bren's Landing. They finally navigated the streets to the Laughing Bull, and squeezed through the small alley to the back, where they saw the raccoon sitting on a pile of pallets.

"My lord, thank you for coming. I was worried that you wouldn't." The raccoon whispered. The night was silent, and any attention brought to their status here could spell disaster.

"What is it you know about the King's murder?" Dorian said, straight to the point.

"Everything, my Lord." The raccoon turned behind him. "It's okay, Harris."

Emerging from behind the pallets, Dorian instantly recognized the hare. "You were King Aeryn's servant. Everyone was told you were killed that same night."

"Yes, my Lord. They tried, but I got away. I saw everything, my Lord. Prince - er, King Tomas killed the King, and took Master Elias." The hare's eyes darted around, giving away how scared he was.

Dorian nodded. "I figured it was him. How did you escape?"

"There is a hidden doorway, my Lord. It leads out of the castle. I don't think anyone but myself and the King knew about it."

"Hmm. That's useful information, Harris. Now if only we could get the other lords to stop being afraid of Tomas." Dorian mused aloud. "If only we knew where Lord Eaton was, they would unite for him, but of course Tomas exiled him."

"My Lord?" The hare looked around before focusing on Dorian's face. "I may be able to help with that as well. My brother is a carriage driver. He said he drove a gray wolf that he recognized as Lord Eaton away from the city the night he was exiled."

Dorian's eyes lit up. "Where? Where did he take him?"

"He said he dropped him off in Garil, about a week's ride from here."

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Dorian wanted to hug the hare. It was exactly what they needed, a well-loved Lord with royal blood. It was perfect.

Godan rolled over in the bed and wrapped his arm around the white wolf sleeping next to him. Godan wasn't his real name, actually a pseudonym he took from his brother, but over the past few months he began to grow into it. He even got married with it. The night before had been their honeymoon night, and he couldn't be happier with the white wolf. Jonas had helped him through the hardest time in his life, even though he didn't know it. That old part of his life was gone now, replaced with Godan, the simple blacksmith. He started to recall the young wolf that took an interest to it years ago, resolving to make every weapon he used himself, but he pushed the thought away. That wasn't me. He thought. Not anymore.

Jonas stirred at Godan's light touch, turning to face him. "Mmm. Good morning, husband."

"Great morning." Godan smiled. It was a great morning waking up to him, to his husband. He never once thought before that he would get married, but now he couldn't imagine not marrying Jonas. He ghosted his paw along Jonas' bare chest, his mind lost in the beauty of the wolf in front of him and the feel of his fur.

Jonas smiled warmly. "Great night." He chuckled.

"Exhausting night. I don't think I'll be able to walk." Godan winked at the wolf, who laughed in response.

"You'd better. I doubt Reggie would let you stall another day on those horses."

Godan laughed. "I'm surprised he let us have yesterday. He doesn't even leave until tomorrow. I'd be more worried about how Jon managed the inn without you."

"Oh gods, I did leave him in charge. I've got to get down there before he ruins everything." Jonas jumped up from the bed, almost running to the clothes chest. Godan watched him stretch, admiring the nude, lithe form. Jonas caught him staring, and smiled. "What? You didn't see enough last night?"

"Never enough." Godan murmured as he watched the white wolf slide on his trousers.

"Flatterer." Jonas walked to the side of the bed, leaning down to kiss him. Godan pulled the wolf close as their tongues met. He couldn't get enough. He reached his paw over and rubbed against the groin of the wolf's trousers, eliciting a low growl from Jonas as their muzzles parted. "Oh, you're cruel. You'll pay for that tonight."

"Promise?" Godan yelped as Jonas grabbed his already half-full erection and squeezed.

"Count on it. Now get up. You don't want to keep Reggie waiting; we'll never hear the end of it."

Godan obliged, yawning as he stood from the bed. Jonas smacked him on the rear as he passed, causing another yelp and a chuckle. He wished he didn't have to go out today. He just wanted to spend the whole day with his wolf. He tried to will his erection back into his sheath as he laced his trousers, but he still had a noticeable bulge. Jonas had finished dressing as Godan finally tied the laces, and leaned in to give him a short kiss.

"I love you, Godan. Come in and see me when you get a break."

"I love you too, hon. I will." Godan smiled as the wolf left. Sometimes he felt guilty not telling the other wolf about his past. He really did love him, but he didn't want to bring in those old troubles. It helped that Jonas' past was simple. It made it easier to pass off the lie. The white wolf was originally from Bren's Landing, had been in the army for a few years and then settled here, eventually buying the inn.

Most of the story Godan told Jonas had been true, if vague. He'd grown up in the capital (true), also spent time in the army (somewhat true), and his brother died a few months ago, causing him to leave the city (also true). It was just vague enough to keep him from divulging everything, but just true enough that he could keep up with the story. Maybe one day he'd tell the truth, but he had started to grow into the role of Godan the blacksmith so much that he doubted it.

Godan tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He'd been thinking of the past too much lately. Perhaps getting married made him retrospective for some reason. He finally pulled his shirt on, leaving it loose, and stepped into his boots before leaving the room.

The pair lived on the top floor of the inn that Jonas owned. The smithy that Godan ran was actually attached to the building, which is how he met the wolf. It wasn't in use at the time Godan arrived, and Jonas happily hired him. The town had another blacksmith down the road, but fortunately Godan had more skill with the hammer. Now, the small smithy was used primarily, and he already had an apprentice. He walked out the back door, resisting the urge to peek in the common room to see Jonas, and was greeted by his apprentice, Rhaig.

"Good morning, Master Godan." The young boar said cheerfully. "And congratulations."

"Good morning, thank you, Rhiag. Has Master Reginald been by yet?"

"Yes sir." The boar nodded. "He was here earlier, and was getting mighty impatient, so I shod the horses myself." He looked at the ground. "I hope I didn't overstep."

Godan thought about it and laughed. "No, Rhaig. I'm sure I can trust you to shod horses. You saved me a lot of trouble. So, what's on the schedule today?"

As usual, Godan lost himself in his work. The regular swinging of the hammer almost hypnotic paired with the roar of the billows. It was therapeutic, almost. Creating something out of a hunk of red-hot metal was a reward almost in and of itself. He became one with the hammer, and through the hammer, became one with the item he worked. It had become a way to focus himself, to clear his mind. He didn't stop until he heard a throat clearing behind him. By that time he had already completed a pair of candle holders, a set of door hinges, and a dagger.

"I love to watch you work." Godan turned to see Jonas admiring him. Sometime during his work, he had doffed his shirt. He loved how Jonas looked at him, tracing his muscles with his eyes.

"And I love it when you watch." He smiled at the wolf, who was holding two mugs of ale. He walked up and took the proffered mug, drinking the warm liquid inside.

"I thought you said you would come see me when you got a break."

Godan looked around. It was already dusk. "Guess I didn't need one." He shrugged.

"One of these days you're going to wear yourself out." Jonas leaned to the side, looking behind Godan. "Rhaig, you can go home now. He's not going to work anymore tonight. Here," Jonas took a small sack of what smelled like bread out from under his arm, "take these to your mother."

"Thank you, Master Jonas. Goodnight!" the boar took the sack and ran off excitedly.

"Now." Jonas turned to the door, glancing back at Godan. "I think payment for this morning is in order."

Godan's tail wagged in anticipation as he followed the white wolf up the stairs. They almost ran to the room, and Godan barely had time to set his mug of ale on the small table by the door before being slammed into the wall. Jonas' paws explored Godan's chest as they kissed deeply.

"On your knees." Jonas ordered after they parted. Godan obeyed and knelt, nuzzling the wolf's groin with his nose. He inhaled Jonas' scent, breathing deeply of that undeniably male essence.

He hurriedly unlaced Jonas' trousers, revealing the wolf's large pink erection, which he immediately brought into his muzzle. He bathed the shaft with his tongue, lapping at the white-furred balls as he brought the wolf's malehood deep into his muzzle. He sucked hungrily as the wolf above him moaned, relishing the taste of his husband.

"Gods, wolf. You've kept me pent up all day."

Godan made a throaty sound over the wolf's sensitive skin in response, causing Jonas to thrust into his muzzle. The white wolf's knot filled, and Godan paid extra attention to it, eliciting louder moans from above. He was close now. Godan sucked harder while gripping the knot, until Jonas finally thrust hard and began to howl. He swallowed the bitter juices of the wolf's climax eagerly, lapping at the tip of Jonas' shaft. After the flow ceded, he looked up and smiled.

"Oh, my." Jonas smiled back. "You think your payment is over. How cute. On the bed."

Godan loved it when Jonas took control, and it was a role that the white wolf loved to play. Godan walked to the bed, shedding his trousers in the process, and climbed up on the bed on his paws and knees.

"Mmm, now there's a sight." Godan felt Jonas' paw ghost across his rear. "I know just the thing for that, too."

Godan whimpered as he was suddenly being stretched by the wolf's thick member, his own erection painfully hard. He moaned as the wolf started to thrust into him. He had no idea how the wolf was able to go for it twice so quickly, but he wouldn't complain. He pushed back with every thrust, whimpering and moaning for more. Jonas splayed himself across Godan's back, thrusting harder and faster, driving Godan to the edge. He felt the wolf's knot nearing its fullness already, stretching him slightly with every thrust until finally it popped fully inside him. Jonas continued to thrust, even though he couldn't move much, driving Godan crazy.

"Please... Please..." Godan whimpered. Jonas responded by reaching to grab Godan's knot, stroking him firmly. Godan clenched around Jonas at the touch, causing the wolf to howl and pump his seed deep into him. Godan couldn't take any more as he reached his own climax, rearing back and howling, spilling himself onto the sheets and Jonas' paw.

The pair came down together, falling on the bed in post-climax bliss. Jonas traced his paw back up to Godan's chest, holding him tight.

"I love you." Jonas whispered.

"I love you too, Jonas." Godan had never spoken truer words. He loved the wolf, and never wanted to let him go.

"I still don't see why we had to bring them." Dorian muttered as the coach lurched. They were nearing the end of their week-long trip. Sammel had convinced him to bring Toran and Yorick, but as the trip neared its end, Dorian had misgivings. The two were asleep in the seats across from Sammel and Dorian, snoring loudly.

"Dorian, Toran is nearly twenty, and Yorick nearly nineteen. They're plenty old enough. Also, if you think about it, they're safer here."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what if Tomas found out about where we were going? He wouldn't hesitate to do something to them."

Dorian sighed. "I never thought about that. I just hoped that Lord Raelish could keep them over for a bit."

Sammel chuckled softly. "For two weeks? I doubt Lord Raelish would let his son be with Yorick for that long a stretch. A couple days or so, maybe, but not that long. Lady Raelish tells me that he's still a bit uncomfortable with their relationship."

"Huh? What relationship?"

"Yorick and Renald, of course." The bear looked at him as if he was telling Dorian that the sky was blue. "What?"

"They're in a relationship?"

The older bear looked as if he could hardly contain his laughter. "For over a month now. He never told you?"

"No! I figured Yorick liked him, but I never knew it was reciprocated!"

"He never told you? Man, I don't know how, it seems he talks to me about it all the time."

"He hasn't said a word. Is it serious?"

"Seems so." Sammel nodded. "Seeing how they act around each other reminds me a lot of how we were."

"Hmm. Why wouldn't he tell me?" Dorian didn't want to be that father that his sons couldn't share their life with. It saddened him to think that it could be the case.

"Dorian, you're his father. No boy tells their parents everything."

"But you're just as much a father to him as I. Why did he tell you and not me?"

"Well, I suppose... You're not there as much as I am. When was the last time you came in before they were asleep? It's been months."

Damien looked down. "I guess I've been too busy. With all the trouble in the castle..."

"Honey, I know. That's why I haven't mentioned it to you before. I know that it's not you; it's the work."

"I haven't been neglecting you, have I? I mean, you know..."

"Hon, it's been almost a month since we've made love." Sammel spoke in that 'are you kidding me?' voice he did so well.

"A month? It's been that long already? Gods, I'm sorry, hon. I didn't mean to." He leaned into the bear, who just held him to his chest.

"Hush. Like I said, I know what's going on. I still love you, and so do they."

"I don't know why, but I'm glad you do. So... Is Renald treating him well, at least?"

"Oh, yes. Surprisingly well actually, considering he didn't even really fancy males until Yorick came along. Oh, and he's apparently a very gentle lover." He chuckled.

"Ok, you can stop there. How do you know all this stuff?"

"I worry about them, too. I just go about it better. Why do you think I make Toran go with him every time he goes to see Renald?"

"I heard that!" Dorian turned to see that Yorick had awakened during their talk. "He's not coming anymore."

Sammel laughed. "Well there goes that plan."

"Yorick, why did you never tell me?" Dorian leaned in to face his son.

The young bear shrugged. "You were never really there and, honestly, I didn't know how you'd react."

"React? To you seeing a male?"

"To me seeing a noble. I know I don't have to have kids or anything, since I won't inherit the Landing, but Renald is the heir of Raelish. I just didn't know what you'd say."

"Yorick, I'd say go for it, but don't be surprised if he can't marry you. You know how that works."

Yorick nodded. "I know, father. I really do think I love him, though."

"Let's give it a bit longer than a month to decide that, okay?" He smiled at the bear, who smiled back. "I am happy for you, though, and I'm sorry I'm not around a lot. I don't mean to ignore you."

"I know. Sammel makes sure we know."

Dorian turned and smiled at the older bear next to him, when the coach suddenly came to a stop. The driver appeared, opening the side door.

"My Lords, we're here." The badger announced, holding the door open as the four exited, Toran still seemingly half asleep.

Garil was a small town albeit prosperous by the looks of it. All the buildings were in good repair; some stone and others whitewashed wood. The area bustled with activity in the midday sun, children running and laughing while shop owners greeted the passersby. It reminded Dorian somewhat of Bren's Landing.

"Hon, I'm going to take the boys to the inn." Sammel spoke, interrupting Dorian's thoughts. "I know an old friend from the Landing that lives here. I'll grab us a room, too."

Dorian nodded. "Thanks. I don't think it'll take long to find him, it seems the sort of town where everyone knows each other."

Sammel gave him a quick hug and kiss before heading off in the direction of the large inn. Dorian decided he might as well start looking. He approached one of the storefronts, a cobbler's. As he entered, a portly raccoon eyed him nervously, but smiled anyway. Dorian was used to the look commoners gave strange Lords.

"Uh, may I help you, er, my Lord?" The raccoon dry-washed his paws as he spoke.

"I'm looking for someone. An old friend."

"Ah, well, I've not seen many Lords come in recently, but I'll sure try to help you, my Lord. What was his name?"

"I never really knew him by his real name, just had nicknames. Childhood friend, you see." Dorian doubted that Eaton would have used his given name if he wanted to stay hidden. "He's a gray wolf, a bit taller than me. Would have come by about three or four months ago."

"Ah, you mean Godan?" Dorian smiled. Of course. "He's the blacksmith over there at the inn. Great fellow. Very friendly."

"Thank you, Master..."

"Gill, my Lord. Roald Gill."

"Thank you, Master Gill." Dorian fished in his purse for a gold coin and handed it to the raccoon. "For your troubles."

Dorian left the shop amidst the raccoon's stutters and stunned thanks to head towards the inn. It all made sense. The name, the profession; it all fit. He had heard about Eaton's propensity for working the anvil, and of course he had heard all about Elias' run-in with a man named Godan. He approached the smithy slowly, watching the wolf work as he came into view. He was shirtless, hammering away at something on the anvil, seemingly absorbed in his work.

"May we help you, ah, er, my Lord?" A young boar approached as Dorian neared the smithy, obviously the apprentice.

"I'd just like a word with Master Godan, if it's alright."

The boar shrugged. "If you can get him to acknowledge you, go ahead." The exasperated tone in the boar's voice suggested that he had been trying. Dorian approached the wolf, so absorbed that he never looked up, and tried to get his attention between the banging of the hammer.

"Master Godan?" Ping! "May I speak with you?" Ping!

This was getting him nowhere.

"I once knew a man." Ping! "He fell in love with a Godan." Ping! "And they ran to the capital together." Ping! "You might have known him, too." Ping! "Because that Godan." Ping! "Was your brother." Thud.

The white wolf finally looked up and dropped the hammer to the ground. He stared at Dorian, and then recognition crossed the wolf's face.

"Rhaig, you can go home now." The boar took one look at the pair and scurried off. "Lord Bren, is it?"

Dorian nodded. "Lord Eaton."

"No. That's not my name anymore."

"Oh, yes. Godan the blacksmith. Much better."

"What do you want?"

"You."

"Didn't they tell you?" The wolf grabbed his shirt from a peg on one of the beams of the smithy. "I was exiled from the capital."

"By a usurper."

"By the King, nonetheless."

"Tell me, do you really believe that Elias did it?"

"No!" The wolf reached out quickly and grabbed Dorian's doublet, clenching it in his paw. "He was like a brother to me. Don't you dare suggest that I believe that lie."

"And the King was your brother. Do you not want justice for his murder? For their murders?"

"I have grieved their deaths every day since. Justice is beyond Tomas. He has the kingdom under his paw."

"I wouldn't say that. Most of the Lords are against him, but he jails anyone who disagrees, so they're afraid. They're so afraid for their own lives that they won't do anything to help the betterment of the Kingdom. They have no leader to unite them. They have nothing to stand behind. That's why we need you. The Kingdom needs you."

"I am not the King, and I was never in line to be. Why would they follow me?"

"Because yours is the blood of the throne."

"So is Tomas'."

"His blood is tainted by that of betrayal. We have a witness to the murder, Eaton. We can dethrone Tomas."

"Then why haven't you?"

"Who would take his place?"

"You can find one of the Lords to do it."

"That's the thing; no Lord wants to stay a Lord when they could be King. They bicker and argue about who should be the King, when there's a rightful ruler here in Garil."

"That's not who I am anymore. That's not my life. I have an apprentice. I have a husband."

"You have a Kingdom."

"That is not my life!"

"It never was your life, just as mine was never mine! My life is Bren's Landing. My blood is Bren's Landing. I cannot choose to run away and become a blacksmith. It is my duty to be their Lord, just as it is your duty to protect the Kingdom."

"I was stripped of my duty."

"A man who commits patricide cannot be King. It is in the laws. Only the King can strip your royal status, and Tomas is no King."

"I can't just leave. I've started a new life." The wolf looked to the ground and started to walk toward the inn.

"Think about it!" Dorian called after him. "The Kingdom needs you!"

Godan seethed. He had always feared that his past would catch up to him, but he never thought it would be so soon. Why couldn't Lord Bren just accept that he wasn't that wolf anymore? He stormed up the steps to the room he shared with Jonas and took a breath to calm himself before opening the door.

"Hey hon." He noticed the white wolf sitting in one of the chairs next to the door.

"Well isn't this interesting?"

Godan had failed to notice that Jonas had company, and his eyes went wide as he recognized Lord Bren's husband sitting across from the wolf.

"Oh, Godan, I'm glad you're here! Sammel, this is my husband, Godan."

"Oh, Godan is it? Nice choice." The bear smiled. "I'm guessing my husband already spoke to you?"

"What are you doing here?" Godan growled.

"Godan!" Jonas exclaimed, shocked at Godan's display of enmity.

"No need to get defensive." The bear held his paws up. "I know Jonas from years back. I'll leave now; I'm guessing you two have a lot to talk about. Goodnight, Jonas."

The bear nodded to Jonas and left the room. The white wolf looked at Godan incredulously.

"What just happened? Why did you growl at my friend, and what business do you have with Lord Bren?"

Godan's heart sank. It was too soon. "Sit down, Jonas. I'll... I'll tell you everything."

The wolf obliged, but that expression never left him. Godan sat across from him, folding his hands nervously.

"Where to start? I've lied to you. I'm sorry. My name isn't Godan. It's Eaton. Eaton Achedis. I was... King Aeryn's brother." Eaton's eyes filled with tears as he watched his lover's expression turn to shock. Silence filled the air as Jonas processed the new information. Eaton dreaded what would come next. Suddenly, Jonas' face changed to sympathy.

"Honey, I'm not in love with who you were, but who you are. I always thought you were hiding something. Granted, I never thought it was this big, but I always felt it. I married you anyway. I guess what I want to ask is... Why are you here, and why did Lord Bren come to find you?"

Eaton sighed. "It's a bit complicated." He told the wolf everything. Elias, the murder, his exile, everything. Eaton started to cry as he talked about his brother's murder and Elias' death. Jonas reached out and laid a paw on Eaton's. The white wolf seemed sad as he spilled the story leading up to his exile, but his expression hardened when he got to Lord Bren's business that day.

"So Tomas is ruling as a tyrant, and you won't go help?"

"I am not that wolf anymore."

"Then you must not be my husband." Jonas stood, turning away from Eaton in disappointment.

"What? No, Jonas. Please, no!" Eaton began to sob; he couldn't lose him, too.

"Don't what? I can't leave you, because you're obviously not the wolf I married." Jonas began to raise his voice. "The wolf I married took a young boy in as his apprentice when his father died. The wolf I married worked for free to help the Collins family when their daughter was sick. The wolf I married would never let a murderer go free. The wolf I married would not let his brother die in vain. He would not let people suffer if he could help it. So obviously, you are not my husband."

"But... But what can I do?"

"Go with them! They need you." Jonas kneeled down to eye-level with Eaton, who remained seated.

"I can't just leave what I have here. What about the smithy? What about Rhaig?"

"We have another one, and I'm sure Petyr would take him on after apprenticing with you."

"What about you?"

"That's easy." The white wolf smiled. "I'm going with you."

"No! It's too dangerous. Plus, you have the inn. We have too much here to just leave it."

"Godan--Eaton, you're going if I have to drag you. I'm not letting you avoid this. I'll sell the inn; this is more important. Plus, if this whole thing is successful, you'd be King, right? Who wouldn't want their husband to be King?"

"Glad you're happy about it." Eaton grumbled.

"It's the only option, hon. Might as well embrace it and look at the good."

Eaton looked at the wolf. "You're the only good I've seen in a long time."

"Then do it for me."

Dorian's nerves grew as they neared the meeting place in the capital. He had been surprised by Eaton's sudden change of mind, and he suspected that Jonas had something to do with that. He never knew that Eaton liked males, but was happy that he chose to be with the white wolf. He had grown up with Jonas, and knew him to be a most loyal wolf. Without him, he doubted he would have gotten this far. Eaton seemed less sure of the decision each day. On their trip back to the capital, he would only really talk to Jonas. Dorian imagined that the gray wolf was facing pain that he had worked hard to forget, and it was starting to get to him. Hopefully Eaton's doubts would be quelled after they finalized the plan tonight. Hopefully Dorian's would, too.

He looked across to his two sons. He regretted bringing them along, putting them in danger. If only he could take that decision back. It was made, however, and he knew they wouldn't let him keep them away.

"You okay, Toran?" Dorian noticed the young bear's expression had darkened.

"Yes, father. Just... Nervous, I guess."

"You know, you don't have to join us." Dorian hoped he would accept the offer to leave.

"No." Toran shook his head. "It's the right thing to do. I won't leave you, Sammel, or Yorick to face this alone."

It was almost enough to make Dorian regret teaching them loyalty, but he was proud nonetheless. His children were grown, and they knew what had to be done. He wished they were still cubs. He wished he could protect them.

The coach slowed to a halt, and the six of them exited. He didn't want the coach to pull up directly to the Laughing Bull, but he did bring it close. They walked through the darkness, spring chill still in the air, making any sound seem deafening. They emerged through the back alley, and were greeted once again by Anton and Harris.

"Glad you were able to make it, my lords." He bowed to Dorian and Eaton. "I believe we have been able to start a good plan. There are some obstacles."

"How so?" Eaton spoke up, taking charge.

"Well, my Lord, the plan we've came up with so far was to have a couple of us, including Lord Eaton, sneak through the hidden exit that Harris used to escape. There are two main issues with this. One, the entrance to the tunnels is right next to the west gate, which is heavily guarded. Two, the other end of the tunnel is in the King's Servant's quarters. You would likely startle his personal servant."

"Hmm." Eaton paused in thought. "Could you bring his servant to our side of the fight?"

Anton shook his head. "No, he's fiercely loyal to Tomas."

Eaton nodded. "Then we kill him. We can use an old assassin trick, poison darts. We'll find something that works quickly. As for the gate problem, who is the new Defense Minister?"

"Uh, Lord Farring, I believe."

Eaton smiled. "Perfect. He's always been a one-track mind. We create a distraction. The majority of us, aside from myself and one other, will attack at the east gate. If Farring's past actions are any indication, he will send the bulk of the guard to that gate. You won't need to break through the gate, just make sure it's enough to get his attention, then get out of there. It'll be quite risky, but worth the risk if it works. Once that's underway, I and whoever chooses to come with me will gain entrance to the tunnels and break through to the King's quarters. Likely, Tomas will be more guarded than usual due to the distraction, so I would need a good swordsman to accompany me."

"I'll go." Dorian's eyes widened as Yorick approached Eaton.

"No." Dorian grabbed Yorick's arm firmly.

"Yes, father, I will. I'm going to be fighting no matter which route I take. Sammel has trained me on the sword, and has said numerous times that I have progressed further than him. That makes me at least better than you, him, and Toran." Yorick looked sympathetically into Dorian's eyes. He must have known how he felt.

"Then that probably makes you the best here. Jonas tells me that Sammel is a bladesmaster. Is that so?"

Sammel nodded. "It is, my Lord."

Eaton looked at Dorian. "Then the boy is right."

They spent the rest of the time fine-tuning their plan and making sure everyone knew what to do. Dorian could barely focus through the worry for his sons. When they finally finished, they got rooms in an inn down the road. Dorian tried to find something to say to comfort his boys, but he didn't even feel comforted himself. He didn't even speak until he was alone with Sammel in their room.

"Sammel, what if..."

"Don't." The bear walked to him and embraced him. "Don't think about it."

"I can't help it." Dorian felt on the edge of tears.

"Just try. We have a couple days yet. No use worrying about it now."

"What else is there to think about right now?"

Sammel put his paw under Dorian's chin, lifting it so they were eye-to-eye. "Me."

The older bear pulled him into a deep kiss, running his paws up his chest. Sammel began to unbutton Dorian's shirt, exposing his rich brown fur. The feeling as the bear ran his paws through his exposed chest sent sparks down Dorian's spine. He melted into the touch, pressed into the older bear's muzzle for more. Before he knew it they were both nude, embracing with that ever-lingering kiss. Their sheaths rubbed together, coaxing Dorian's member from its dormancy.

Sammel guided Dorian backward until his legs hit the end of the bed. He fell back, the older bear still kissing him as he landed on the bed. Dorian moaned as he felt a paw start to gently caress his shaft and balls, the older bear breaking the kiss. Sammel kissed down his chest as he rubbed, inching his attentions slowly downward until Dorian felt hot breath on his sensitive skin. The older bear licked from the base of his shaft slowly up to the tip, sending shivers across Dorian's body. The tongue licked his balls, and started to move downward with each lick.

Dorian lifted his legs, and was rewarded with a tongue pressing inside of him. He gasped as the bear lapped at his entrance, slicking it with every lick. Dorian closed his eyes, then felt a shift from the bear as the licking subsided. He felt the bear lean in, and felt the pressure of Sammel's shaft entering him.

Dorian moaned as he was stretched, his body clenching at the invasion. He opened his eyes and saw the older bear's eyes flutter and roll back in bliss as he pressed his erection into Dorian. He started to thrust slowly and rhythmically, the slow lovemaking sending undulations of ecstasy throughout his body. Sammel bent his head down and kissed him while simultaneously gripping his throbbing erection, stroking slowly in time with his thrusting. He felt the pressure in his body grow with each passing movement, locked at their muzzles and hips. Slowly and steadily it grew, until it reached its apex, and sent Dorian over a cliff of ecstasy. He roared in Sammel's muzzle, still locked to his, as he climaxed, spilling himself over the bear's steady-moving paw. The older bear was not far behind, echoing his roar as he thrust deeply into Dorian. The pair came down together, breathing heavily after their muzzles parted. Sammel reached up his paw, still covered in white, and licked it clean.

"I love you, Dorian. Don't you ever forget that."

"Mmm. I love you too." He smiled at the bear on top of him. "So does this make us even for that month I neglected you?"

Sammel chuckled. "I wouldn't count on it." He mumbled before pulling him into a final deep kiss.

"Be careful." Jonas stared into his husband's eyes. He grabbed the gray wolf's paws in his.

"I will. Don't worry." Jonas knew the wolf could care for himself, but he still worried. He hadn't stopped worrying since he discovered who exactly it was that he had married. Tonight everything would change. For better or for worse, it would change. The morning would either bring his husband to the Throne of Theros, or it would not come for them at all.

He had faced death before. He had faced the death of his friends before. It was a daily occurrence as a soldier, but he was not prepared to face the death of the one he loved. He kept it from Eaton, of course. The gray wolf did not need to know of his worry; it would not help anything. He had to be courageous for him. Gods willing, they would both meet the morning together.

"I love you, Eaton. I love you as you were, and I love you now."

"I love you too, Jonas. More than anything, I love you." They met their muzzles in a kiss; the type of kiss one shares when the future is uncertain, when death looms.

As they parted muzzles and regretfully released their paws, Jonas turned to see Lord Bren clutch his son, Yorick. Jonas had never met the boy before, but had heard much of him and his brother through Sammel. He was indeed brave, especially for one raised in the luxuries of the castle. There was a great fire in him - a fire of life, pride, and loyalty. Jonas could see it as clear as day.

Yorick's brother, Toran, seemed to have a similar fire, if a bit more muted. It was more a fire of character and reason. He would make a great Lord Bren one day, but did not have the same fight as his brother. It almost reminded him of the difference between Lord Bren and Sammel. They were both of good character and stood up for their beliefs and honor, but Sammel had a certain fierceness, a primal fire. They would need that tonight.

Jonas felt a pang of emotion as he watched Eaton and Yorick leave to take their position by the west gate. He wanted to follow, to go with his husband, but he knew that this was where he was needed. He stood behind a small building with the other three remaining with him, looking at Sammel. The bear was in charge of the timing, and Jonas kept his eyes on the bear for the signal.

It seemed an eternity before the bear nodded at Jonas. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, drawing out his sword. He couldn't help but remember that Eaton had made it for him. The blade was perfectly balanced and felt as if it were made for no paw but his. He walked out from behind the cover of the building, the three bears not far behind him. They approached the gate slowly. They were supposed to draw the guards' attention, not necessarily breach the gate.

"Stop!" One of the gate guards yelled as they came into sight. "Stop right there!"

Eaton steeled his expression and continued forward. He was ready to dance with death.

"Give the alarm!" There it was. He rushed forward, bringing his sword up in both paws. He brought it down onto the opposing wolf's collar, severing flesh and bone to the breast. It had begun.

Yorick breathed steadily, trying to keep himself quiet as they hid behind a low wall across from the gate. The wall enclosed a small garden, one he had visited with Renald many times before. He wished he could have seen the bull before this; wished he could tell him what he faced. If it turned sour, he wished he would have been able to say goodbye. He gripped his sword in his paws, wringing the hilt. It had been a gift from Sammel; the sword of a bladesmaster. His ears perked as he heard distant shouting. It seemed to come closer as more and more took up the call. Eventually the alarm reached their gate. He peeked over the wall and saw the guards run to the east. It worked. He couldn't believe it.

"Go." Eaton whispered. Yorick jumped up and ran to the left of the wall. He and Eaton searched for the square black rock Harris described to them. His eyes scanned the rocks until finally landing on a perfectly square stone. He pressed it with his paw, and it gave way. The stone sunk in and a small door of rock popped open, leading into a dark staircase. Yorick stepped in, followed by Eaton. He moved two steps down so that the wolf could close the door, and waited in pitch black.

Suddenly, in a spark and a flame, Eaton lit the small lantern they brought. The tunnel was dank, covered in stone on each side. Each step echoed through the cavern as they descended, until finally reaching the dirt floor. They crept forward through the small tunnel, careful not to make too much sound. It seemed to stretch on forever as Yorick's eyes strained to see against the dim light, but they were eventually met with a spiral case of stairs. He looked at Eaton, who took the lead, ascending the steps carefully.

The stars ended abruptly at a small door. Eaton reached into his pouch and produced a slender metal tube. He slid a dart into the tube and then snuffed out the lantern. Yorick could see the light from the other room flood in as Eaton slowly opened the door, just enough for him to see and aim the dart. Luckily the door was silent in its movement, allowing Eaton to put the tube into his muzzle and blow the dart before anyone noticed.

Yorick couldn't see if the dart hit its target, but Eaton opened the door fully and motioned Yorick to follow him. They emerged into a small room. A young mouse lay in a heap on the floor, the poisoned dart sticking out of his neck. Eaton had hit his mark precisely, but now it was Yorick's turn to prove his worth. They positioned themselves in front of the door to the King's chambers. Yorick looked to Eaton, and received a curt nod. It was time.

Eaton opened the door quickly, and the pair rushed through. They were greeted with the sight of a startled Tomas, with six guards surrounding him. Eaton growled at the young wolf, baring his teeth.

"Tomas." He growled.

"So, that's what this was all about." The young wolf turned to face the pair. "But only two, uncle? You're a bit outnumbered."

"And you're outmatched."

"We'll see. Guards!"

Yorick steadied himself as the guards drew their swords and rushed toward them. Yorick focused on the panther rushing ahead of the rest - directly toward him. The panther raised his sword high, preparing for a downward blow. Yorick closed the distance quickly, ducking low and unsheathing the small dagger at his side. He ran the dagger through the panther's throat before he could bring his sword down on Yorick, and spun to the side, lifting his sword to meet the fox preparing to deliver his blow. The swords met in a reverberation of metal against metal. He parried the fox's strike, and brought his blade about quickly, swinging up and cleaving through the fox's muzzle from below. As the fox fell, he turned about, scanning for the next guard. He saw two who had fallen under Eaton's sword, and saw the wolf fighting another, but where was the last?

Yorick spun, and his world became pain as the last guard ran his sword through Yorick's shoulder. He screamed as he was pushed back into the far wall. The jaguar pinned him and pointed a dagger at his throat.

"Enough!" Eaton called. He had Tomas at the end of his sword. "Call off your guard."

The young wolf laughed. "You won't kill me. You still need me for a trial. I know you and your pathetic ideas of honor. Let me go, and I'll spare the boy."

"No! Eaton, no!" Yorick cried in pain as the guard twisted the sword still in his shoulder. The older wolf looked at him, and Yorick shook his head minutely. His life was not worth failing their mission. It was not worth the fate of the kingdom. Yorick tried to steady his breath over the pain. He wished he could have said goodbye to Renald. He wished it didn't have to end this way.

"Kill him."

Tomas' order sent a smile across the jaguar's face. Instead of pressing into Yorick's throat, however, he brought the dagger back to stab him. Big mistake. As soon as the dagger cleared his throat, Yorick launched himself from the wall, sliding up the sword through his shoulder. Screaming in pain and rage, he slammed his head into the jaguar's face, causing them to stumble to the ground. Yorick dropped to his knees and gripped the hilt of his sword as the jaguar grabbed at his bloody muzzle. With a scream, he pulled the sword out of his shoulder. He brought the sword down with all his remaining strength and sent it through the panther's chest. With the last of his strength used, Yorick collapsed. He could barely see Eaton rush to him as his sight faded, until all was black.

Dorian waited with Sammel and Toran beside Yorick's bed. They had all been injured in the fighting, but Yorick seemed to have taken the worst. He could still remember the look on Eaton's face after he took the castle and let them in; that look of sadness that struck fear into Dorian's heart. After Tomas was captured, it was easy for Eaton to quell any other resistance. Most of the Lords were jubilant over Eaton's return, but Dorian couldn't bring himself to celebrate, not while his son suffered so. He still breathed, but his consciousness had not yet returned. The nurses did all they could, and all that was left to do was wait. He had to live. He had to.

"Lord Bren?" Dorian turned to see the young bull, Renald, standing in the doorway. "I heard--" The bull's eyes widened in shock at the sight of Yorick. The young bear still wore his bloodstained clothes. It made for a pretty gruesome sight. "Is he..."

Dorian shook his head. "He's alive. All we can do is wait."

"May I?" Dorian saw tears begin to fall down the bull's face as he nodded. Renald approached the bed and knelt, running his paw over Yorick's head. He began to sob as he knelt, reminding Dorian of his own reaction earlier. He saw the raw emotion on the bull's face as he leaned over and kissed Yorick's muzzle. He stood, turning to Dorian, tears still flowing down his face. "He's strong. I know he'll make it."

Dorian nodded. "That he is. You really do love him, don't you?"

"I... I think so, yes. I'm sorry, I should have--"

"No, you don't need to ask permission to see my son; he's old enough to make his decisions. I just wanted to know."

Dorian looked up to see Jonas come into the room. A large gash adorned his face, a token from the night before. He was sure that he had an earful from Eaton for it, but it hadn't been a bad injury. The wolf looked back at Dorian and smiled.

"Is he alright?"

Dorian nodded. "Yes, but still unconscious."

"I'm sure he'll make it, just a matter of time." The wolf smiled reassuringly. "Anyway, I wanted to come by and let you know that the Lords had finished meeting for Tomas' trial. They declared him guilty of patricide, and revoked his crown. Eaton is to have his coronation tonight."

Dorian nodded and smiled. "That's great news. It worked."

"Yes. All thanks to your son. I know it's hard to really celebrate right now, but Eaton has requested that you three attend the coronation, specifically. He said to bring Yorick as well if he is awake."

Dorian nodded. "We'll be there. He's to be King, and I wouldn't think it wise to disobey his wishes the first night."

Jonas smiled. "Planning on doing so later?"

Dorian shrugged. "I figure since I helped him get the crown, I should have a right to cause him a certain amount of grief."

"I'll tell him that." The white wolf chuckled. "I must go. Thank you all for your help in this. Give my special thanks to Yorick."

"We will. See you tonight." Dorian nodded as the wolf left.

He wasn't too worried about the trial, hence why he decided not to attend. He knew that even without Harris' testimony, the majority of the Lords would vote in favor of deposing Tomas. They just needed a spark to put them into action. They needed Eaton. If only it could have been achieved without his son having to pay such a heavy price.

"Dorian!" Sammel's shout snapped Dorian's attention back to his son. His eyes had opened. He was alright.

"Father?" Yorick's voice was weak, cracking as he spoke. "Did it work?"

"Yes, son. It did." Dorian grabbed the bear's paw, tears flowing anew.

"Good." Yorick looked around at each of them, until they finally rested on the bull standing at his feet. Tears started to well up in the bear's eyes as he held his good arm out. "Renald."

"I'm here, hon." The bull, face still wet with tears, came forward and held Yorick's paw as the bear brought it up to his face.

"I wanted to see you. I wanted to say... I love you."

The bull began to sob. "I love you too, Yorick, so much."

Yorick stood with his family at the front of the gathering of Lords at Eaton's coronation. His arm still hurt quite a lot, but the past few hours had lessened the pain - or at least allowed Yorick to start to ignore it. His right arm sat in a sling, his doublet kept open over it. It was painful enough to put on the loose-fitting shirt, and he wasn't able to move right to pull his arm through the doublet. He hoped it didn't look too horrible.

The high priest walked onto the dais, where Eaton and Jonas already stood, bringing the crowd to silence. He began with a short prayer to the gods, blessing the proceedings. He moved to stand in front of Eaton, and an aide walked to the side, carrying a pillow with the crown and a circlet resting atop the black fabric.

"Lord Eaton Achedis, kneel." Eaton knelt in front of the priest. "By the providence of the gods and through right of blood, I name you King of Theros." The priest took the crown from the pillow and placed it atop Eaton's head. The priest moved to the right and stood in front of Jonas while Eaton still knelt. "Jonas Gallian, the King has no wife, so there cannot be a Queen; however, you shall be henceforth held in the same reverence as husband to the King. Kneel. By right of marriage, I name you Lord Jonas Gallian, King consort." The priest set the small circlet on Jonas' head and stepped further right, facing the crowd. "Rise, King Eaton and King Jonas. All hail!"

Yorick knelt with the rest of the gathered Lords, bowing his head in reverence and respect. It was almost euphoric to think that he had helped this King gain the throne. He would never have imagined he would do anything so important with his life. He had grown up knowing he would only be a noble without a lordship, the youngest son of a Lord. It was like living in the tales he was told as a cub.

"Rise, Lords and denizens of Theros. Rejoice in this day not for me, but for yourselves. The tyrannical rule of Tomas, the usurper, has been cut short. Rejoice for the deliverance of Theros and the justice for King Aeryn. This was not, however, something that I did alone. I call on Lord Dorian Bren, Sammel Dellis, Toran Bren, and Yorick Bren to stand before me."

Yorick certainly wasn't expecting this. He looked to his right and saw his father's eyes widen before complying and approaching the King. His father didn't know about this, either. They each walked to stand in front of the King, and Eaton smiled at each of them. The priest's aide walked up beside the King, holding a wrapped bundle.

"Each of you was instrumental in righting the wrongs done by Tomas. Each of you deserves reward for your bravery and honor." He walked over to Yorick's father, standing far to the right. "Lord Dorian Bren, you were the one who searched for me, the one who made me see the right path. You were not afraid to forgo propriety and knock me on the head with the truth. I have need of one such as you." The King reached into the bundle and pulled out a gilded scepter. "I would name you the King's Advisor, and charge you with showing me nothing but the stark truths I need to hear and to illuminate the right paths if my eyes become blind to them. Do you accept this charge?"

"I do, Your Majesty." Yorick glanced at his father and saw his incredulous expression as he bowed and accepted the scepter. His father was the King's Advisor; he couldn't believe it.

"Sammel Dellis," The King had moved to stand in front of Sammel, "your bravery and prowess was instrumental in the process that led to this point. A heart such as yours is noble, even if your station is not. I believe that your station should reflect that noble heart." The King reached into the bundle again and pulled out a gilded sword set with gems, the sword the King himself had worn not long ago. "I would name you the Defense Minister and charge you with the defense of Theros. Your knowledge in warfare would be indispensable, and you would be henceforth known as Lord Sammel Dellis. Do you accept this appointment?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Sammel's eyes seemed to tear up as he bowed and took the sword.

"Toran Bren, you fought bravely at such a young age. You showed great skill and bravery fighting alongside my husband, and he tells me that you never once doubted your place in the mission. You are a fine boy, and take much from your father. I'm sure you know that the King's Advisor cannot hold land, so that makes you the new Lord of Bren's Landing. I do not doubt that you will do great as their Lord. I'm sure you know that there is a mine on the outskirts of Bren's Landing, which has always belonged to the royal family. It's the richest mine of gems and gold in the Kingdom, and it is citizens of Bren's Landing who mine it yet see no profit doing so. I hereby declare King's Mine a part of Bren's Landing, and under the ownership and control of the Lord of Bren's Landing."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Toran bowed through his shock. The mine would take the Landing from one of the poorest areas of the Kingdom to one of the richest. Lord Bren would no longer be a lesser Lord.

"Young Yorick, it pains me to see you suffer so, but I have great respect and gratitude for you. You looked death in the eye, and matched its ferocity. If that guard had not acted foolishly, you would be dead. I was given the choice to lay down my sword and save your life, but you told me to refuse. Why?"

Yorick thought about his answer. He thought about how he felt with the dagger at his throat. "My life is not worth anything when compared to the Kingdom."

The King nodded. "You held Theros in greater regard than your own life. It is such a rare quality to see in anyone, much less a boy of your age. You understand that there is a greater purpose for which we live and die." The King reached into the bundle once more.

Yorick froze in shock as the King produced a silver crown. "I would name you my heir and Prince of Theros. Know that what I give you is not a gift, but a burden. It is a responsibility to the Kingdom above all else. To be the King is not to be above everyone else; it is not power. To be the King is to be a servant to all. I see in you the potential to become the greatest King in generations of Therossian rulers. Knowing the burden and responsibility of doing so, will you accept this crown?"

"I..." Yorick couldn't believe what was happening. It was surreal, as if a dream. "I will, Your Majesty."

"Then kneel." Yorick knelt where he was and a shiver went down his spine as he felt the crown come to a rest on his head. "Rise Yorick Bren, Crown Prince of Theros. All hail!"

Yorick looked around in shock as his brother, Sammel, his father, and every other in attendance knelt and bowed their heads to him. He looked back at the King, the only one left standing, and the wolf smiled at him warmly. He was the Prince. He couldn't believe it.

After the ceremony, his father rushed to him and tearfully hugged him. "I can't believe it, Yorick!"

"I'm not really sure I believe it myself, honestly. I don't really even know how I came to deserve it."

Yorick felt a heavy paw on his shoulder, and turned to face King Eaton. "Just know that you do deserve it. You all do." He addressed the rest of his family gathered around him. "I wish I could have given you more. You each have my eternal gratitude for what you did, and no matter what, I will always count you among my friends." Yorick smiled and looked around when his eyes caught a familiar face smiling at him in the crowd. "Excuse me."

Yorick pulled himself away from his family and the King, and walked over to the bull waiting for him.

"Your Highness." The bull bowed his head.

"No." Yorick put his paw under Renald's muzzle and lifted his head. "You don't ever have to call me that or bow."

"So what do I call you?"

"I like it when you call me 'hon.'" Yorick smiled at the bull. "Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"Earlier, when you said you loved me. Did you mean it, or was it just a reaction to me being hurt?"

"I meant it, hon. I meant it with all my heart." Yorick pulled the bull into a deep kiss. They may not have been together long, but he loved the bull absolutely. He would never let him go.

Eaton walked with Jonas through the royal catacombs. Each previous King who held the Throne of Theros was enshrined under a statue of their likeness. The corridors seemed endless, the statues countless. Some of the statues near the entrance were so old the names had been worn away with age. Those first Kings - dubbed the nameless by some King before him - were unknown to anyone living. They stood as a symbol of Theros' longevity.

"You know, hon," Jonas' voice echoed, "I was worried Yorick was about to faint when you pulled out the crown. I think you made a good choice, though."

Eaton nodded. "He'll be a better King than I one day."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Maybe as good."

"You're biased." Eaton smiled.

"Yes I am, but he will do well."

"Jonas, you should have seen his face when that guard had him at his dagger. You could see the determination in his face, the willingness to die if need be. Not even I could face death like that."

"Not many could. He is certainly brave."

"So, on to a lighter subject; how does it feel to be the King consort?"

"Wonderful, as long as that King is you. Truthfully, I don't really know if it's sunk in yet. It's been such a long day; so much happening."

"I don't know if it has for me either. I grew up always knowing that I wouldn't be King. I didn't even want to be, after seeing what Aeryn dealt with every day. I think he would have gone mad if Elias hadn't been by his side those last few years." Eaton's voice grew sad. "I wish we could have buried him here. I know that's what Aeryn would have wanted."

They rounded a corner and Eaton stopped. Aeryn's statue stood not twenty paces from them. He took a breath, staring at the statue that so closely resembled his brother.

"Go. I'll wait here." Jonas said as he rubbed Eaton's back.

Eaton stepped forward, eyes fixed on the statue. He felt his eyes begin to water as the memory of his brother invaded his mind. He had pushed it away for so long, but he couldn't anymore. He had to face it. He knelt as he reached the statue, and stared at the name on the box that contained his brother's remains.

"I miss you, brother. It should be you in this crown; not me. I know I have not handled everything like I should have, and I'm sorry."

Eaton wept silently for his brother. He wept for Elias. He wept for the end of the Achedis line of Kings. He hoped. He had hope for a better future. He had hope in what he could accomplish. He had hope in what Yorick could accomplish after him. Above all, he had hope that the Kingdom would heal, and the gods would set right what was wronged. It all started with him. He had work to do.

"Be at peace, brother. I will not fail you again."