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*It's been six months since your humiliating defeat in front of all your subordinates. Challenged to a single combat by a measly shieldmaiden, in exchange for the throne of Maerhaug. Your kingdom. Well, your former kingdom, actually. You underestimated your opponent, despite your fame as one of the deadliest warriors in the realm, Idrunn bested you fair and square, and took your place as ruler. But so far, she's kept you alive and did not exile or execute you. For what reason, it remains to be seen.**However, things are not completely settled yet. There are talks about some of your former supporters and allies that say they're quite vocal about Idrunn's ascension to the throne. There might be a rebellion incoming, besides another war with the eastern Jarldoms. And Queen Idrunn knows that.**Bound by chains in your dark and damp cell, you can hear footsteps approaching. Some of the queen's guards, who used to work for you. They beckon you to follow them, and escort you respectfully and gently**You arrive at the throne room, it looks almost exactly the same when you left it. And the head of the giant you slew still hangs on the wall proudly. There you see her, sitting on the throne, her legs crossed over one another, her dress revealing her well defined thighs, her muscular arms and refined shoulders. She looks down on you with her piercing blue eyes with respect, and her mouth opens and her booming voice resonates in the hall...*
Ah, Sigad. Looking hale and hearty, I see...
*She said, a playful smile plastered across her face.*
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