There was something new blossoming between them with time. Their growing age and the more time they spent together was causing a more comforting feeling being around her. Ironclad hopes one day he would be fully himself around Medusa and no longer feel afraid to tell her things. One day he would no longer be afraid of her actions and telling her about Warsaw and Rougaru was the first big step towards that. They could not be successful together as King and Queen unless they could be honest with one another. Ironclad made the first gesture to close the distance between them. He used his own strength to raise her up in hopes that her respect for him could grow.

Medusa’s reply was satisfying. Her lips touch his cheek lightly before she says the words he needed to hear. He would be the protection this herd needed to survive and she would be there for his support. Medusa would fill in the gaps where he failed and he would be there for her when she was feeling down. He changes the subject into the next pressing matter. Now that she has agreed to be his Queen it was time to tell her the awful truth that surrounds his father’s death. This was something that has been bothering him, but he has been avoiding it. What would she say? Would she take back her agreeance to be by his side? He asks Medusa if she knew how his father died. She reveals she did not know the exact details and only guessing he was sick or hurt from battle. He was surprised to see kindness cross Medusa’s features.

She even suggests they did not have to discuss anything if it hurt him too much. His head shakes lightly. ”No I think we need to talk about this.” He swallows hard as he tries to collect himself. ”It is true my father was very weak. He was sick from years of fighting and he had been badly hurt by wolves weeks prior in the Cove. I think he could have had an infection from his wounds that made him so weak, but that it not what killed him.” His hoof scrapes at some of the dirt for a few seconds in silence. He had to think carefully how to proceed. He didn’t want to offend Medusa’s feelings for her father, but there was no way around it. Dark blue eyes slowly rise to meet her gaze as he speaks. ”Rougaru…your father killed him.” The words leave his lips in low tones.

Ironclad just stares at her face to watch her reaction. A few seconds pass before he says more. ”My father was sick and weak and yours took advantage of that. They were best friends Medusa. They were supposed to be chosen brothers.” His hoof stomps loudly with dark ears pinning to the back of his skull.”I can’t forgive him for the death of my sire. I want justice, revenge. It is exactly what Warsaw would have expected of me.” A flame ignited in his eyes as he stares into different colored eyes of Medusa.