I don't really like myself without you
This was all too much and he was much too young. Death, life, religion, Kingship, Sickness, and revenge. It was all too much.
Though the Inlet has been quiet, his head has not. The revenge for his father could wait while he dealt with this new situation. The one that touched his Kvothe would feel the weight of his hooves. If Ironclad had his way the stallion would not be able to have another child. The only problem was finding the unknown stallion that led her from home. He had a guess (he could be wrong of course) as it just so happened a certain stallion had been trespassing on his land around the same time. If it was that silent draft from the Lagoon Ironclad would not hesitate in killing him.
A strange scent breaks up his thoughts as he remembers he has the rest of the herd to look after. Next month would give life to more of his children and the true start to his kingdom. He wasn't about to let anyone mess with his family while he was around. He would need to grow stronger and toughen his skin. Ironclad trails the mare until he comes upon her already being greeted by his lead mare. Medusa was filling her role nicely, not the he ever had any doubts. Actually, his only worry is that one day she might grow too hungry for the power she receives.
That was an issue for another time. Ironclad calls to the females as he draws closer. His eyes are firmly on the stranger who smells somewhat familiar. Where does he know her from? No matter, he just hopes she could give him the respect he deserves. He may not hold the title of Tinuvel King, but the blood of a Prince may be enough to gain the respect of the others. "Medusa who is this?" He asks his Queen as he slides up beside her to get to closer look of Nyimara. "I am Ironclad de Warsaw, owner of this land. What brings you to the lnlet?"