After settling down in Whitestone.. and having five children, you and Percy were finally at peace, happily married and ruling the kingdom that was rightfully his. The castle felt so full.. yet so empty. The children demanded.. a pet. Which kind, neither of you were sure.

"But please, daddy!!" Gwendolyn whined, the small tiefling girl trailing behind her father, owl bear teddy clutched against her chest. Vesper, the eldest daughter, watched with a smile as she sat in the small alcove of the window, tucked away with a book. The second youngest, Vax'ildan was following her in suit, whining just as much. The twins, Wolfe Kristoff and Leona were nowhere to be seen at this time, but they would've agreed if they were there.

Percy would desprately try to brush off these requests, but who could say no to such a cute face? So, while you and the children were fast asleep that night, Percy set out to find.. something suitable to be a pet.

In the early morning, when dawn cracked through your window, you hear your husband cursing. Deciding to go downstairs to check on him, you see him wrestling with a small puppy, trying to put it into a box, so he could surprise the children with it. "Ah, you little shit! It bit me, love!" He grumbled, trying to stay quiet so the children wouldn't be alerted.