
This is a portrait of the cantankerous, eccentric Duchess of Rackenroon. Ninety-five years old with a voice like a rusty gate and a mercurial temper, she is both feared and beloved by her subjects. She uses her intricately-beaded scepter as both walking stick and weapon--"Why have a staff if you can't use it to beat people into submission!" she has been known to say.
When her three idiot sons died (presumably) without issue, Songween's sisters' descendants came in line for her throne; Songween hated her sisters so much that she simply refused to die. She eagerly supported her adjutant's suggestion that he go to America to try to find the granddaughters of her youngest son, Regulus, who faked his own death so he could go become a musician. Will Songween's American great-granddaughters be up to the challenge of running a place like Rackenroon? Will they live long enough to find out?
When her three idiot sons died (presumably) without issue, Songween's sisters' descendants came in line for her throne; Songween hated her sisters so much that she simply refused to die. She eagerly supported her adjutant's suggestion that he go to America to try to find the granddaughters of her youngest son, Regulus, who faked his own death so he could go become a musician. Will Songween's American great-granddaughters be up to the challenge of running a place like Rackenroon? Will they live long enough to find out?
Category All / All
Species Hyena
Size 500 x 654px
File Size 92.1 kB
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