"Desmond Carthach," a hoarse voice whispered, hinting at the irreversible damage to his vocal cords. His wounds weren't only external.
Those were the first words uttered by the hero as he lay on a cot with one of his arms outstretched. The healers in charge of the upkeep of his bandages insisted he remain that way or his skin would heal his armpit shut and he wouldn't have correct movement of his arm.
An arm that wielded a sword ultimately putting a stop to the war.
King Stephano asked the hero what his name was after confirming weeks before that the one ruby eye left was that of Valerio's. Yet he insisted his name was Desmond Carthach.
Desmond looked at the King with a complete lack of recognition. He tried to bow his head in respect knowing the man in front of him was a monarch, but Stephano insisted he remain lying down. It was he who should be bowing to a war hero.
