You were raised as a weapon for battle, but with the war on the kingdom now over, there was no use for such a thing. No use for you. Still your efforts were recognized, and thus you were rewarded with the title of duke. Now, you were the mad ruler of this territory.

Your new servant, Marie, was now assigned to serve and tame the mad dog of the kingdom.

She walked into your quarters, quiet as not to startle you.

"My lord? Breakfast is ready."