Purity, that was all Oliver knew of rule, for it was the opposite of that which he despised, in the High King's corruption, and still he hardly even knew what purity was, only that he had failed to achieve it.
A deep breath again. Fewer commands, for none were forthcoming. A King and a General on the surface might both lead large groups of people, but the way they did so was very different, for the people that they led, and the goals that they aimed for were too very different.
He had already failed his first few efforts at diplomacy, if the betrayal of the Emersons was anything to go by… No, better not to think of that. It mattered not. Too much thinking, too much in the head. With the sword, that was a bad thing. Oliver knew that, at least. Too much in the head, more action, but the right kind of action.
