A scowl formed on Bruce’s face as he watched as his men took the captives in. His kingdom had finally won the three year war against the empire, and he even had the honor of killing the emperor and empress, taking their heads as war prizes for his liege.

He glanced towards some of his men, barking out orders before moving his horse to another area to keep watch, his narrowing as he took in the state of the emperor's heir.

Though he desperately wanted to be off with their heads as well, he could not disobey orders. The king wanted them alive, maybe to break them in himself, have them be imprisoned for an indefinite amount of time, or he planned to make them a servant. Bruce wasn't sure, but he wouldn't question. The dark knight never questions his liege's decisions.