You pull yourself back up

You sit and soak in the tub for a while, letting the warm water relax your sore body.

Eventually you manage to pull yourself together and step out of the tub, drying yourself off.

You go to the bedroom and put on some fresh clothes.

Your body is still sore, and your throat is still a bit raspy, but you feel much better after the bath.

"Fucking Angus." you mutter.

You will make him regret the day he ever laid his filthy hands on you.

You will show the whole town that you are more than just 'Clara the Cocksucker'. You'll prove that you're worthy of the crown and become the new Champion King, then Angus will have to worship the ground you walk on.

Reinvigorated with your goal, you make a vow to yourself.

'I will not rest until I see that asshole begging for forgiveness and kissing my feet.'

'I will not stop until the whole town sees him groveling at my feet.'

You pick your fathers dueling sword back up and head out the door, ready to start your your journey once again.