"I know very well that you are not useless, your majesty, but you are far too important for us to risk in letting you tend to the common man. You are aware that you shall have to remain a distance from the battlefield? You will be subject to its horrors by sight, but there will be naught that you can be allowed to do to intervene. It's a cruel position," Lancelot said. "Any would find it to be so."
"Yet, I must stay and see it through regardless. It is the duty of a Queen," Asabel said.
"You already go beyond the duties of a Queen, Your Majesty…" Lancelot said, before finishing the rest under his breath. "And, I admit, I feel some degree of pride in seeing that."
Asabel gave a small smile, and turned her head away, pretending that she could not see it. She looked over to Blackwell and Broadstone, as the two walked towards the gates of the fortress, sharing quiet conversation together.
