The king sat on his swing in his garden, silent. It was his habit to stand there in silence and observe the void, especially when two days ago they had almost lost in a fight. After a few minutes, he was joined by Edward, with his smile shining as always, without any scratches from the battle, unlike the king, who was blinded in one eye, the left one. He came close to him and looked at him in silence, admiring him somehow. "Your majesty..." He said as he looked at him concerned