The Werewolf Triplets had become the centre of local gossip. They spent their childhood living in a treehouse with their parents. At nine they were forced to fend for themselves as their parents died from a fever. Terrance became the leader of the pack and as the years past, the treehouse began to rot. Desperate for decent accommodation, Terrance and his brothers built a luxurious house in the capital.
They built the house with the help of fairies and elves they befriended in the forest. The home they made had captured the imagination of the public. Since the death of their parents, the Werewolf triplets struggled to make a living for themselves after losing their home from a house fire. Terrance couldn't believe how successful he was and was granted the title of Duke. He used his status to protect the home and keep it warm and cosy for his brothers and the creatures that helped them.
Building the house turned out to be one of the most fascinating things in Terrance's life. He felt that it made his bond with his brother's tighter. They were poor, orphaned and used to live in a treehouse. It was an outstanding achievement for anybody, but for Terrance, it wasn't enough. Now he had a taste of power, he wanted to strive to become stronger.
"If only I was a king," Terrance sighed. He raised his drink above his head. His younger brothers, Tom with fiery red hair and Todd with curved blue locks, sat beside Terrance on their wooden table. "If only I could have The Queen and we would be rich beyond our wildest dreams. Just imagine the extravagant clothes and peachy lovers we can have."
Todd smirked. "All the power and the glory!"
"Well we've come this far," Tom suggested. "Why don't you go that extra mile."
"We are just so fucking gorgeous," Terrance boasted as he slipped in a few burps.
"And you are so pissed right now," Tom said as he nodded. "But it's true, we are quite attractive men. And as soon as we can afford some lovely suits we can go out more."
"I can't wait to meet The Queen," Terrance cried out in joy. "She is so legendary. She's as mysterious as the night sky."
"You know The Queen is already married," Todd reminded Terrance. "And pregnant."
"Of course he knows," Tom responded on Terrance's behalf. "He just wants to spice things up in the kingdom."
"I'll do more than spice up Melody' kingdom," Terrance vowed. "I will rock her world."
"Terrance," Tom murmured. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Terrance steered his eyes towards Todd and quietly smirked. Tom took it as a yes. "Well, I'm sure she'll like your chin-chin!"
"Don't throw yourself at Melody straight away though," Todd suggested as he moved his chair closer to the fire. "If you do it, she'll grow tired of you. You should present yourself in a demure manner. Make her be dazzled by your modesty."
"Terrance modest?" Tom chuckled as he helped himself to umeshu: a deep wine made from plums. "I don't believe it."
"If The Queen is going to love me she must love me for who I am," Terrance said. "She'll take all of me."
"Are you being serious?" Tom asked. For ages, Todd and Tom were carrying on with the joke, but now they were getting worried that it might be too serious. Of course, they would be there for their eldest brother no matter what happens.
"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not."
The three brothers laughed and continued drinking merrily until they slept peacefully on the table.