And so ends the interregnum, and now Emily Kaldwin the First will take her mother's throne, after a season of turmoil. Corvo will stand at her side, guiding her young mind and protecting her from those who seek to exploit her, or cause her harm. So it is with the passing of the plague and Emily's ascension, comes a golden age, brought about by the hands of a Royal Protector, and a young Whaler named Axton Attano.

It took a while, but they finally found a court position that he'd feel comfortable filling. What? Well... let's have a look then, shall we?

Axton hated suits, they where itchy and tight and the pants always liked to snake their way into his crack. And worse still, every time he picks at it, Corvo would slap him upside the head and told him to stop. That it looked "improper" and that "people where staring."

But Axton did not care about that. "Fuck Proper! Fuck them! Hey, fuck you!" He'd say (the last one to a noble who would stare at him funny). At the beginning of this year, when Emily ascended the throne, they had dubbed Axton the Royal Sheriff, or also known as Royal Jailer or Royal Assassin. His job entails making bounties, wanted posters, and bringing the in. He also had to hand out the rewards and list those who are still at large and those who are in custody (or dead) and report them to Emily (or, for now, fancy pantsy Royal Spymaster Corvo Attano) at the end of every month. He felt it was a position that he could actually handle, especially since it was the one position that entailed him to have an excuse not to go to many of those stupid noble gatherings and stuff.

Though, no matter what, there are always a few that he has no choice to attend, and for them (or at least until his specially made cloak is completed), he has no choice but to wear the noblistic torture device called a suit. And this was one such day, one that he will not ever miss if his life depended on it.

It was Empress Emily Kaldwin I's 11th birthday party.

He only had to wear a suit twice more before, one for her coronation and the second for his and Corvo's dubbing ceremonies." And now was his third, and he didn't like the white suit any better than before.

When my new outfit is done, Axton though as he struggled with the cuff, sitting on his bed. I am going to burn this thing to ashes!

"Need help with that?" A male's voice asked at his window. Axon grabbed the knife from under his pillow and threw it at the intruder, who caught it in his hands inches from his face.

"Oh thank the Outsider you still got it!" He exclaimed with a laugh.

Axton frowned. "Thomas?"

The Whaler smiled. "The one and only."

"Thomas!" Axton exclaimed, holding his hands out with a wide smile. They embraced, slapping each other on the backs twice then parting. "It's good to see you again! How did you get here? Where you seen? Am I going to have a whole army storming into my room tonight? Oh boy..."

"No, I wasn't seen. And I came by transversals." He replied, watching as Axton drew his curtains closed and started struggling with his cuff again. Thomas watched with utmost amusement as he cursed and struggled. Then finally reached his hand out and asked, "Need a hand?"

Axton glared at him, then dejectedly threw his wrist towards the Whaler. Thomas chuckled and stared undoing the cuff on his right, then left, then helped him get out of his suit and vest and trousers. He sighed in relief in his long sleeved, white undershirt and slipped on a pair of baggy pants before flopping in a chair.

"Being a noble officially sucks!" He exclaimed causing Thomas to chuckle.

"Anyways, enough about me. What about you? How are the Whalers? Why have you come?"

Thomas crossed his arms and stared at Axton. "As you know, I've been leading in Daud's... absence."

He nodded. He remembered the day Daud left. It was the day after they rescued Emily the second time. It was a tear filled goodbye for the both of them, but he had to go. Corvo and Emily where being generous letting him go a free man, but Axton wished that he didn't have to.

"Well, I was digging through his old stuff and found... found a will." He said. 

Axton frowned. "A... will? Why are you bringing this up to me? He isn't dead..."

"That may be true but... well... just look." Thomas said, reaching his hand into his coat and producing the will. Axton grabbed it and opened it.

I, Daud the Knife of Dunwall, hereby declare this to be my list will and testament. If anything where to happen to me, I hereby declare my adopted son, Axton Attano, Heir to the Knife, the rightful master of the Whalers and all their doings and all my riches and personal items are to be claimed by him as well.

Daud

Witnesses, Pierce Princeston and Galia Fleet.

"It says-"

"If anything happens to him. Not if I die..."

Whalers blink into his room, surrounding him and bowing their heads low.

"So, sir. What are our orders?"

Axton stared around the room, a small wisp of a smile forming on his lips.