And so it happened.

Something she had always been told and believed was out of her reach. Out of the reach for a mere Savage.

But there she sat in her car. The nights conversation with Twist replaying over and over again. But not the whole talk. One specific sentence.

Her throne.

Ale’s throne.

If she had been alive and breathing, her heart would have been racing in a mixture of elation and fear. Butterflies, like the ones she pinned for a hobby, would be fluttering around her stomach.

A hand absently grips the wheel and releases it, the other rested on the shift lever. Feeling the texture of the leather, worn smooth from use.

She was doing this. Twist didn’t want the position, so it fell to her. Sure, she could have refused, but where would that of left her and the Domain?

The car was started as her left foot depressed the clutch, pulling the shift level towards her, she began her drive.

But she didn’t remember the drive, her body and mind on autopilot.

Turns were made when they needed to be, the speed was kept where it was supposed to.

Before she knew it, she had pulled up to her Haven. Small and quaint, out of the way.

But she didn’t leave the car. Instead she sat there and absorbed what happened.

She was being Prince of a Domain. A Domain she had called home for a few years and had laid her life on the line to defend.

Would those of the Domain welcome her as their Prince?