"Will you die as well, brother?" Dominus asked quietly, turning his back on him.
"I will not," Arthur said.
"...You have always kept your word."
"I endeavour to."
"Then I can trust you to win?" Dominus said. "Will you turn the High King's strategy on its head?"
"I will."
'In honour of Persephone,' Arthur finished in his head. 'I will exact a vengeance through an avenue open only to me. The High King gives me this option – he allows me it, an opportunity to strike his cheek, whilst still maintaining the peace of the realm. I do not have your resilience, Arthur. I can not forgive him for tearing the two of you apart.'
"You have the strongest sword that I know of," Dominus said. "You will be able to see it done. I ought to come with you."
"You cannot," Arthur said. "I forbid it. You know very well why. This is the task I was given. As the Pendragon King, it is my duty. You stay here, Dominus, and you spend some time with Persephone for me."
