The King's Compassionate Recollection

The religious leader left the room, angered by the state of which the Kingdom of Judep was steering.

"A king unworthy to rule." He said under his breath, angered.

"Your majesty." A commander stood up, his head down, saluting the king. Hold your index and middle finger out and horizontally angle your elbow by your chest and hold your hand by your heart is the knight's salute. On his chest plate was engraved a roaring lion along their holy emblem.

"I swear my loyalty to you." He spoke gently with his stern voice.

Another stood with a shark engraved into his chest plate and did the same. "I swear my loyalty to you."

And a third stood with an elephant's face engraved into his chest plate with his head down. "I swear my loyalty to you, my lord."

The three commanders who stood were the ones that were seated as the rest questioned the king's ability to direct the kingdom.

"The rest?" The Lion squad leader looked at the rest, angered by their actions.

"We will decide as the juncture arrives." All three simultaneously answered.

"Tsk." The sharks and elephants squad leaders expressed their disapproval too.

"Hah." Arthur took a deep breath, raising his head with his willpower.

"My knights of whom I entrusted my kingdom. I convey my willpower never to lose, to never waver in the face of death. I shall create a world of only peace, of only victors." Finally, the king mustered the power to stand and walk in the middle of the tables.

"How so?" An opposing commander of the crows questioned him.

"I will bet my status that you can't even recall how many people died in service to you." Another with a Bear emblem engraved into his chest plate said with hate in his blue eyes.

"Ahh, let's see." Arthur held his chin. The tissue on his face was dying, almost as if it was eating itself. He felt pain, and he felt cursed—a being whom the gods found too sinful to exist anymore.

"I told you-" The bears' commander tried to shrug him off, but Arthur quietly shut him off.

"Eighty-three knights. I've lost eighty-three knights in my leadership of the army."

"What?" The three opposing commanders were shocked by the low number.

"You've led many wars and battles, but such a low number?" Then, finally, the last commander spoke out, and on his chest plate was engraved the god of death, the grim reaper welding his scythe.

"I wish for it to be zero. But, unfortunately, we've lost many great people who were fathers, brothers, sons, and friends." Arthur closed his normal eye.

"Of course, but my lord, you are not a god. We are not perfect. That number, however, places you in the perfection zone alone!" The grim reaper's commander seemed more approving of the king now.

"What of it?" The bear's leader said, angry. "You do not know their names. They mean nothing to you."

"Every death has impacted me in ways that are hard to explain. I tell myself that because of it, because of these sins. I was cursed to die and fade away with the wind. I have a special place in hell and am not scared about it."

"My lord..." The lion's leader had sorrow in his eyes.

"I know all the eighty-three persons' names. The ways they died too." King Arthur walked back to his throne.

A commander stood in anger and shouted. "Lies!" The bear's leader couldn't believe the words.

"Fine, it'll be a long story."

"Fine by me." He sat back down, crossing his arms.

Arthur began naming each man he lost in battle and separated each group by the cause of death.

Note from the author: {Skip this part if you want!!!!!!!!!!! They are names that belong to the deceased under Arthur's command of the army!!!}

"John Rou

Mark Honey

Joseph Sean

Colin James

Wade II

Dave Hard

Constantine III

Noah Ian

James Luck

Marshall John

Liam John

Hayden Gary

Mandeville Jim

Jimmy Eli

Leo Issac

Issac Luis

Ramon Miles

John Miles

Lucas Miles

Harry Miles

Adam Ralph

Rafael Ron

Ivan Jose

Vernon II, all these men lost their lives from an enemy arrow.

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Daniel Gem

Lance Erik

Erik Jane

Dan Noah

John Fary

Lancelot Andy

Stephen Adams

Warren Bob

Conner Peter

Seth Owen, all these brave men lost their lives by an enemy's sword.

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Handle Rafael

Jake Seth

Ron Rad

Chris Jame

Dave Harry

Beric II

Ellet III

Leoric Harsh

Eden Man

Benet Joseph

Jack Peter

Jack Lucas

Jack Ron

Jack II

Luis Guido

Percival II

Tristain III

Geoffrey IIII

Odo Ray

Lothaire Otto

Oswald Jade

Jade Tom

Thomsen Villard

Alianor II

Sybbyl Charles

Eleanor Mark

Matthew Thames

Thane Eudo

Steven Warin

Thorald Simon

Michael Lewis

Benedict III

Arnold Dan

Alan Godfrey

Elias Godfrey

Nathaniel Steph

Christopher Martin

Luke Thomas

Gilbert Samson

Osbert Nigel

Reynolds Raff

Leonard Ivo

Ingham Powle

Humphrey II

Adam Arnold

Anthony Raulin

Aslin Paul

Jeffrey Conan

Baldwin Daniel, flying fire projectiles crushed these brave men to death."

After Thirty minutes of Arthur naming all the men, he had lost under his command. The room was silent, and the commanders had shock written all over their faces.

"I might've not seen these men die with my own eyes, but their stories and names have impacted my spirit and way of ruling my kingdom." A tear drizzled down his cheek.

"Your highness." The commanders seemed a bit more lively, which motivated them to act on their roles. But unfortunately, a couple still unfavored the current king and his line of successors.

The six commanders stood in a show of respect as the king approved their leave.

"You may leave me now, but report anything of need or importance to me." Arthur looked sincere as he advised them to exit.

"Yes, my lord." The commanders, even the ones who unfavored him, saluted him before their departure.

As the doors to the second throne room closed, a separate door opened with two guards waiting outside of it.