sad king

Arthur arrives back in absolute silence; although the march of the undead army still thuds the ground, and the fires of his eyes seem to beam more than before...

There's something that moved him. Something so important, it could move a dead heart.

He doesn't see Neo among those that returned. He doesn't see Nyphadora either. So many memories shared, so many things that they lived through together - both, a relic of his much younger, much brighter days. But now? Now there's only blood, death, and...

Silence.

And here he thought he lost all ability to feel, but he did not; a cocktail of sorrow, of angel and more, but he felt. Something that he had forgotten, something that he never considered before, but now it hit him like a freight train- so much, that the Lich King almost heaved a bitter breath, despite never needing one.

But...

"Inform Sors that we will need to prepare for more. This... this is notover. Not yet."

The Lich King turned. Silent as the death itself, he walked this road alone - whatever brewed upon his mind, it was clear that it concerned him much.

Much more than he ever thought it would.
(Arthur Rowan)

Dogslayer asks, "King Rowan?"
Arthur Rowan asks, "...Yes?"
Dogslayer asks, "Why did we lose, sir?"
Dogslayer says, "I don't understand."
Dogslayer says, "I just don't understand."
Arthur Rowan says, "Fate turned against us tonight. It happens."
Dogslayer asks, "Is this it, sire?"
Arthur Rowan says, "No. It is not."
Dogslayer says, "Thank you, my lord. I will stop bothering you now."
Arthur Rowan says, "Today, we mourn. Tomorrow, we spill blood to silence our weeping."

Arthur Rowan says, "Now... go. Leave me."