Despite the sadness the nestles deep in his heart, there has been a few things to happen that had kept him happy. His dream of running her own herd, owning his birth right, was a reality. He had a growing family and a mare who care for him deeply. Kvothe’s devotion was a driving force that kept him moving forward through the pain. Lace drove his passion to be better and protect his home. Chalice’s beauty made him aware there was still ground work to make with his herd and he wanted to be around to see it fall into place. Cerosi was his glimpse of fleeting hope. Finally, Medusa. His young betrothed would never forgive him if he gave up. She may even go as far as taking the Inlet and his family from him.

Ironclad had a lot of ground to cover so the days of sulking needs to be over. His heart could no longer yearn for his lost love or the want to ask for father for advice. It was time to be a stallion and make his own decisions, starting with the structure of his herd. Just as Warsaw had asked of him Zharko was made a sub-lead under with his sister as he loyal mate. Claymore looks happy and spends majority of her time with the stallion. A sigh leaves his cracked lips as he walks into the open space of the meadow. Blue eyes search for the young mare that has gave him a run of his money from the moment he met her. ”Medusa!” He calls for her over and over until she came to him.

He admires how grown she was beginning to look the closer she gets. A small smile spread of his dry lips and he waits for her to draw closer before speaking. ”I have important some things to discuss with you. Firstly, it was my father’s wish for us to meet and for to be together. I have grown to care for you Medusa even if sometimes I worry you are stronger than I am.” He chuckles almost like it was a joke, but his words were completely true. He says it in a way that sounds better, but he did still have some fear of Medusa. He also feared where she might run away with his heart. ”I want you to take a spot beside me as my Queen and Co-leader.” His eyes search hers for a reaction.

”But there is someone else who deserves the title of Queen. My twin has left the islands following the death our father, but he also left behind the mare who was supposed to be at his side when we ruled the Inlet together. I’d like you two to work together, both as my Queens. Her name is Lace and she will be lessor than your power, but still above the rest of the herd. Medusa, you will be in charge of making your own challenges, steals, and bringing in new members. You will help myself and Zharko protect the herd while Lace focuses on the day to day running of the other mares and children. Lace will be in charge of knowing the land and leading the herd to nourishment. She will look after the foals when their mothers need rest or must go somewhere they can’t take them. I haven’t asked her about this yet because I wanted to run this by you first. What are your thoughts on these being two Queens?”

It would be a lot to take in especially with their young and inexperienced status. Medusa might be the youngest Queen of the Inlet, if not all of the islands.