A queen watches a battle from a raised platform to protect her life. The old king sits beside her, watching his sons, as much worry as his queen felt for him.
The queen doesn't feel protected.
She sees more fighting, hears more screams than the soldiers on the battlefield. The battle rages on and the sun beats down. He brow worsens. Why must she watch? She's supposed to be innocent and lovely.
She's tainted by war.
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