So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the king, obey the king, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the king? What if the king massacres the innocent?
I’d hate to die like your son. Clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth. Eyes blood red, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you. As a King’s Guard. As a father. It was horrible enough for me. A shocking scene.