"You can't be serious, Your Majesty?" Henryk said in disgust. "To disgrace the dead like this."
"GIVE ME A BETTER OPTION THEN!" Alfred slammed his fist onto the table, and his voice boomed. Getting up, he walked before the old man with cold eyes. I want this war over quickly now. My son has become a target, abused because of Snowid's insidious plot. I thought you would understand, Henryk."
"Your Majesty..." Henryk said with a trailing voice as bad memories flooded his mind. The image of his dead son and grandson, which he had suppressed for so long, came back clearly, and all he could do was lower his head and bite his tongue.
"I don't care if I'm evil for what I'm doing. I don't care if it's morally wrong. I just want to win. I want to see those gates open and the people flood out begging for me to put an end to their misery. Do you understand Duke?"
