It was a cold snowy morning on that tenth day of December. The hosts weren’t expecting him for at least another forty-eight hours. But in the wee hours of the morning, amidst the sleet and freezing rain he made sure his might was felt.  Chaos and panic ensued, sending warrior and princesses alike fleeing south. It was midway along the trail to the Shawmut Peninsula that he met up with them and herded them back the Kingdom to claim his throne.
Although life in his territory has settled down somewhat since his arrival, the mighty king reins more powerful everyday.