Darkness slowly crept upon the day, and children and servants and Queen's and Knights and Squires went to bed. King Anduin however, stayed up, worried about his son.

Queen Varidy stayed up to. Her thin silks were wraped around her skinny frame, and they stayed under the covers, hoping, praying for their son to come back. Their prince, their life, to come back.

"Anduin," Queen Varidy finally whispered, breaking the silence. "If our son doesn't come back ... I'll never forgive you for starting this war!"

"Vari--"

"Don't Varidy ME! IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU STARTED THIS WAR AND YOU FOOLISHLY LET OUR SON! OUR SON, PARTICIPATE IN this WORTHLESS PLAN OF YOURS!"

A knock came at the door, and Anduin called, "Come in!"

"King Anduin, Queen Varidy." He bowed, and kissed Queen Varidy's hand. "I'm afraid to say, my King, my Queen, your son has passed. Regretfully. Reand saw the arrow, but was not quick enough to stop it from killing him."

"Please leave, Drang," King Anduin said flatly.

After the door had shut, Varidy started to scream. "IT's YOUR FAULT! IF YOU HADN't STARTED THIS WAR, HE'd BE ALIVE!" Tears fell from her amber eyes. "You ARE A HEARTLESS KING, AND I REGRET MARRYING YOU! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE!" She ran out, silks flying behind her, like a swirling storm.