The King growls a shout, commanding silence with a gesture of his hand, a choke like grasp of his hand, as if strangling the very words from his subject. “This ‘boy’ has fought in, and experienced more bloodshed than half these halfwits have dared! Many and most care more for how full their balls are! This.. BOY.. has grown among the people, starved and fought beside them! He’s kin to them, knows them. What say for you of these.. ‘soldiers’ ..these men that have never walked amongst the common, nor fought outside of a tourney for their king! What say you?”

A silence draws amongst the council.

“But your majesty… you personally trained these soldiers!” The general replies.

“Yeah c**t but I was drunk off me tits, and banging whores lol” the King ripostes