Shadewood nessun dorma

He’d listened into stories of other villages from the hunters and soldiers in the streets of his own. The wolves from faraway places were quite aggressive. Barbaric even, by the sounds of it. ”they’re ruthless,” he’d hear those men say. ”they’d tear into a man’s flesh for just looking at their claim,”
Yet here he was, standing before the most laid back woman he’d ever seen. On top of that, she was the one that governed whoever lived here. Another anomaly to add to the list.
you rule alone? there was a twinge of bewilderment in his voice. is there no king?