Six Months and some flirting ;)

If you ever thought running a country was easy, you'd be very mistaken. It took six months to build everything, which gave you time to train and master some of your abilities. On the other hand, it meant controlling your blood lust. Luckily, you had two subjects that could fight on your level or roughly. At the moment, you were dealing with Jacks (the Godling). He was growing in skill more than anything. Thomas was helping him fight you. In short, you are a bloody mess with both of them mostly unscratched. Yeah, fighting a man-bear and a mini god was not a good idea at all. The Skogras watched you three fight it out until you called an end to it all. Mostly since you'd kill them out of anger alone if you didn't. Jacks laid his hands on you and rushed healing energy through your body. The majority of your wounds closed and left you able to move properly.

"So, Hans, when are you going to stop holding back?" Thomas, returned to his human form, asked.

"When I'm sure I can control Sorrow and Visage power." That was the name of your right and left gauntlets. Sorrow, when called forth, causes your right arm to be covered in a shadowy type energy while Visage is a white type of energy on your left arm. When both are summoned, your body is covered in a full plate armor of a grey color. The problem is it was easier to go into a rage. All of your powers go nuts with no real control over them. Fire burns everything, firing them from your hand. Roots and vines attack whoever you are fighting, piercing their skin. The dead start rising in great numbers. Luckily, the dead was only a problem if you're also wielding Rigor Mortis, but the other powers just seemed to go crazy when you use the armor.

"Must suck, but hey that's your problem." Jacks headed back to town to do whatever after training.

"Really? Geez, he's such an ass." Thomas let out a growl causing you to chuckle. "So your family is going to visit soon right?"

Groaning ,you answered him. "Regrettably, they will be. I gotta deal with the bitch, my father, and my siblings. You wanna eat my brother in law?" You asked him with a pleading look.

"Well, he has plenty of fat, but I'm good on that. Though I am gonna grab some grub. Maybe a seal." He started running towards the beach causing you to sigh as you head over to the Skogras to see what's up with them.

"Hello, Jarl." One of the younger ones waved at you while the eldest (apparently the mother) addressed you.

"Hello, Lady Brightrowan. How are you and your daughter today?" You asked, bowing gently. Even if they are minor goddesses and had little power (you found out you are actually more powerful), they had wisdom that you did not.

"They are fine and how are you?" She smiled at you. She had beautiful features. Her face was fairly young, looking in her early thirties. Her breasts perky C cups with a lovely hour glass figure and her hair a vibrant green with cherry blossoms growing in them. Brightrowan's ass was just as great, two round handfuls that would be great to smack as you pull her hair. All of this was viewable because, well, Skogras don't wear clothing at all. Putting on your most charming and attractive smile, you answered the goddess.

"I am doing fine. Though I would be better with your company at dinner tonight, perhaps?" She laughed but smiled back. Your intent wasn't hidden at all.

"I see. So the reward for saving me and my daughters along with a new home is an heir to your throne?" She was still smiling, but had called you out. Though you had a condition to this, which could be a deal breaker with the mother.

"Yes, though Thomas would have to join us. After all, he is my mate and shieldman so I won't cheat on him." Brightrowan's face dropped at that, but you waited for her reply.