​From the Diaries of Vin

    After defeating the beholder, my party encountered an assassin, unfortunately before we could kill him, he retreated.  We followed but eventually lost his track by a river just outside the city.  Knowing he was mortally wounded, we opted to spend the night outside the city.  Sometime in the night, Hinge was killed.  Why, we don't know.  We made a nice grave for him, one that I sanctified.  I remember feeling completely exhausted and much older than I was.  Suzie was wishing to go back to the woods where she belonged, and Zolandan went off to find some answers in his life.  With nothing else to do other than try to out run the Black Hand, I made my way back to Solhaven.
    News traveled quickly, and every city, town, village, and outpost seemed to know me by looking at me.  Parties were held in my honor, people begged for "the Queen of Solhaven" to bless their children and kiss their babies.  At first I felt like all the attention would be the cause of my death from the Black Hand, however it seems more then a few of the Holy Order were more than eger to escort me to the shores of Solhaven.  Once outside my city, I could hear the trumpets sounding my return and the whole country seemed to light up in jubilee.  Removing my helm, I savored the sight of the crimson and red pennants flying from the towers of my city.  With my spirits finally lifting, I thanked my escort and slowly crossed the bridge to my home.
    The streets were packed with people, just like all the others, but these streets were packed with MY people, the people I fought and crusaded for.  I noticed that though they were clearly happy for my return, they also viewed me with much more respect.  I was no longer just an heir to the throne, I WAS the throne, and the people kept my path clear so I may claim it.  My parents met me at our castle where I turned around and gave the people another wave before heading indoors.  Once inside, my parents and I hugged, kissed and cried.  It felt so good to be home.
    Three days the festivities in the city and around the country lasted, day and night, the sounds of joyful merriment was everywhere.  I placed the shield of Harmon Grey in a place of honor above the throne, as a reminder of my adventures.  My armor I keep near the throne as well.  As for my sword, it is always on me, as is my glove which hides it.  After talking with my parents, we took money from the treasury and paid the Black Hand to remove the contract on my head.  Once done, the third day after my arrival, my parent placed the crown on my head.
    With my findings from my travels, supplemented by the treasury, I build a private shrine to Iomedae behind the throne...accessed by a secret door.  I also had a temple built in the city to Iomedae.  It is a beautiful temple, with a small shrine just outside it's doors.  The shrine has a small altar, with dice, cards, a set of lockpicks, and other items for the gambling profession, along with a picture of Hinge carved into a slab of polished ebonwood.   He was a pain in my ass, but I miss his mischief. 
    My life as queen is busy.  In the morning, I have breakfast, then I don some leathers and a practice sword and shield and spar with the troops of my army.  They seem to enjoy the new things I teach them from my travels, plus I believe a good way to gain the respect and trust of your troops is to work with them.  After sparring, I head to the city and chat with the people.  I also make note of things I want fixed.  This keeps the city in good repair, keeps morale up, and it keeps my carpenters and stone workers busy and employed.  After my walk about, I head back to the castle for an open audience session.  This allows the people to bring concerns to me directly, and in turn allows me to get the discrepancies fixed in a more timely manner.  In the evening after dinner, I go to my private sanctuary pray to Iomedae before I head to bed.
    I do enjoy my new life, but I can't help but want to go back out there in the world and go adventuring again.  My parents have seen it, as have my advisors, and they all told me I can go if I wish.  But, I have no reason to leave other then my own selfisness at this point.  Should a higher calling reach my ears, my armor, weapons, and shield are all in excellent repair and ready to go.....​​