The Noble King of a fine land, drenched in the blood of wars past, it’s the tainted grass and sky of red that reminds him what he’s done. He doesn’t let it hold him back, he’s a king, he can’t leave his duties for mere reflection, he’s stronger than that. He’s lost so much, but he won’t let that break his tone. He wants to hold what he has left close, but he’d never want to show that he cares.