Queen Asabel – there was a strength, he thought with pride, recalling all that she'd done in unifying her territories. Energy came with that, but it was immediately robbed away, when he thought upon all that she might have done, given longer to live. What a wonderful monarch she would have been.
He wondered if Dominus had felt the same in seeing Arthur die. A strange sense of solidarity from that. His master had walked the same path. What would that man have said? All that pain he no doubt carried around with him. The poison that he lived with… And still, despite it all, he died in service of others.
"Died in service of others…" Oliver muttered to himself, finding something – the beginning of resolve. Those old teachings that he had founded his entire military career upon.
"General Patrick!" There came a shout. The very man that he was looking for. A bright patch of copper-red hair, and a Prince red-faced, his sword bloodied, wading into combat of his own volition.
