Hello, it is your Goddex speaking.
The party rocked up to Whitecliff, and noticed the thick layer of smoke with no source. It was all worryingly quiet, no hustle and bustle of dockworkers or guards. They walked through the smog a little, when Filen realised that it was an illusion. The party rolled to disbelieve, and most succeeded, causing the smog to billow away. This revealed piles of corpses of Whitecliff civilians stacked up against the walls, looking like they were killed from a sudden and surprise invasion.
They walked through the dead streets, not finding any survivors, and they doubted whether Edmund survived the invasion, if he wasn’t behind it. Royal spotted movement in Whitecliff Castle, and the party moved towards it, and as they approached, they spotted banners from a faction none of them recognised.
As they were studying the banners and the invading force, a scout noticed them, and approached them. The scout said they were earlier than expected, and frog-marched them into the castle to see The King.
Walking through the castle, they were stared at, and more than a few soldiers bowed at Carmen. Then they entered the throne room escorted by Royal Guards. Standing in front of the throne was Edmund, holding the head of King Tybalt – Carmen’s father. He declared:
“What more do you want from me? I’ve got power now! I own the kingdom now! There’s nothing holding us back! We can get married! You can either ally with me, become my wife and soldiers, or die!”
The party, and Carmen and Solana, chose to fight.
And it was the battle of the ages.
It was long, drawn out, and this time Merley set fire to the castle, instead of Astor this time. Many blows where taken, and dished out, and Royal was tormenting some poor Royal Guard with magic. Eventually, after a few near-death scares, and the throne room being engulfed in flames, Carmen finally got the upper hand caved his head in with her bare hands. With his face thoroughly smashed in, she picked up his still-warm and heavily roasted corpse, and threw it out the window, littering the courtyard below with arrows.
The fight soon wrapped up after that.
In a swift decision, she decided to become the rightful Queen of Whitecliff. Whitecliff needed stability, and safety, and a strong, caring, leader. This would also grant her the safety to marry Solana, and make a unionising pact between Whitecliff and Thelallona. The invading army swiftly surrendered, terrified of Carmen, and began to put out the fire lest they face her wrath.
Then, as much as the party was a pain in the ass, she understood that they had saved their lives more than once, and helped her for little to nothing. So, she offered them a future.
Ryuu became her General of the Army. Astor and Filen became her spymasters. Merley became the Court Sorcerer, lending her experience and extensive knowledge when necessary. Royal became Whitecliff’s bard, regaling tales and music that captured the hearts of many women.
One year later, Whitecliff was recovering. Whitecliff’s army had a good reputation and a fantastic leader. Astor and Filen were keeping Whitecliff safe, and their Queens safer – although Filen was kind of half banned from the Castle kitchen. Merley was becoming her best self, being able to live freely and without her father leaning over her shoulder. And Royal, well, Royal was the love of Whitecliff, exuding fame and confidence.
It’s a good job they found Valour from Within.