A heavy silence settled between them. Michael had anticipated this question, knowing Drake's life had been entwined with the queen's in ways both painful and tumultuous.
"She passed long ago," Michael replied quietly. "She never married and left the throne to her nephew."
Drake's expression shifted subtly—was it hatred or regret? He bowed his head slightly and spoke with a hint of relief. "Then I won't need to end her life with my own hands. Thank you."
His voice carried a blend of sorrow and solace, reflecting the complex and unresolved bond he had shared with her. However, Michael quickly brought the conversation back to the present.
"What's important now isn't your past but your abilities," Michael said, his tone firm. "If I revive your crew, will you serve me without hesitation?"
Drake's head shot up, a spark of life reigniting in his eyes. "If you can do that, I will give you everything, my lord."