That was it. The battle was finally over, and everyone got to take a deep breath of the cool winter air.

Hal was limping and hurt, but alive. He just killed Hotspur. Breathing heavily, the prince started making his way to his father, when one of the knights ran up to him. Hal glanced at him with a soft but painful look and put an arm around him to assure himself more stability as they continued walking.

"Thank you.." Hal whispered exhaustedly to his knight as they slowly but surely made their way up.