When the King Chose Fire Over the Throne
A murmur of shock moved across the generals. One, a scarred veteran with gray streaking his beard, bowed his head. "My king, if you would lower yourself to such work… then truly, no soldier could refuse your call."
Garys jaw flexed. He did not get angry he did not shout back at them. Gary just breathed, slowly and steadily like Gary was thinking about the whole situation very carefully considering every detail before he said anything.
"Lower?" He said this in a voice but you could tell he really meant it. There is no thing, as "lower" when we are talking about war. Every single drop of blood is important. Every single blade is important. I do not want to see my army get hurt and lose a lot of blood while I just sit there and do nothing.
