my king.
i have led your armies to victory far and near. iv made you rich and powerful.
when i return from cornwall, i was hoping.
a wife.
your father has given you the news?
and you welcome it?
you know, we are more alike than you might guess.
i too dabble in elixirs. poison from the livers of a puffer fish. just a taste paralyses all the senses. so if the blade doesnt kill.
and you know the antidote for this?
makes a hard man even harder. the only cure.  wild abandon. till out wedding day. im to cornwall, to deal with rabbles.
kill the slaves!