So there was a hysterical overheard conversation between the High King and his queen regarding this here dog, and whether or not said dog would be allowed to sleep on the bed with them. She: yes, He: no. I bet she won in the end, though. Happy puppy.
The coronation of the new King of Rivenspire, pomp and circumstance and all that jazz. I chose the baron over the countess; she seemed a little hypocritical in her holier-than-thou attitude. Plus she wanted to kill her sister just because she got vamped. The sister is doing fine up at Ravenwatch Castle, btw.
Oh, and the coronation also had: A Magician! Yay.
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