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Finally...closure, to the war that has shaken Skyrim to its very roots.
As one self proclaimed true king lays in a pool of his own blood, a humble and dignified soldier sits for a moment in the now empty throne.
The smell of his blood settles her calming her bloodlust.
The few moments of peace allow Fahye to ponder her next move in the advancement, and firm placement of her lycan tribe in the highest political and social ranks in Skyrim.