Though Bacardi’s gaze remains focused upon Valka, he is not unaware of Soraya close by his side. Her presence always like a balm to his anxieties; especially her touch as she softly presses her delicate, soft nose to his thickly furred neck. Their son: their nearly grown son, stood nearby as well. It brought him pride every time he gazed upon Tavaris and how strong he was becoming. Just as it brought him happiness when he felt Kesja press against his other side. The children of the Bay were always the root to his blissful happiness, whether they carried his blood or not.


With all eyes on them, and Valka began to speak, Bacardi could not help the breath that catches in his throat. There wasn’t a way to begin guessing what she might’ve wanted to announce, but this? It came as a complete shock to the Hersir…. No, the Huskarl, as she had offered him. Silence surrounded them, hanging heavy like a thick cloak. Bacardi was not truly sure what to say to her offer. Though his eyes gleamed brightly, equally delighted, and appreciative to the small mare.


“I gratefully and humbly accept your offer, Valka; Skjaldmaer of the Bay.” the painted stallion finally said, once he could pull free of the shock that had bound his words in his throat. Bacardi then gave the Queen a respectful bow of his crown. Whether her equal or not, he would always respect her as the first ruler of the Bay.

five years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

"...speech"