War tears down everything. Morals, loyalties, lives. Its aftershocks can ripple long after it ends. This is merely one more way that it’s ripped my life apart. And now, maybe for the first time, it’s affecting the king’s life on a personal level. “We will fix this,” the king says in that commanding voice of his, like this is just another minor obstacle. Suddenly, I pity him, because some things simply cannot be conquered, and this might be one of them.
