"I'm sure you've all heard the news." I started, pacing the large tent, "And I hope that you've all learned something from what happened."
I was in a large tunic, seeing as it was easier to lift over my head and didn't mess with the bandages. The only problem was it billowed around me like a bad Halloween costume.
The council was silent.
"I'm sure you can all remember how opposed I was to the idea of fortifying the castle?"
"Because this council failed to recognize my authority and the advice of our best military minds, I have an announcement to make."
I paused, clapping my hands together.
"I'm all for democracy. I didn't realize the council wasn't prepared for it. As the High Commander I will retain the power to overrule any decisions this council votes on."
The silence broke soon after that.
"What in Hell's name-"
"You have to respect-!"
"How dare you speak-"
"Quiet, please." I muttered, feeling my shoulder.
"Everyone, shut up!" Eversio yelled, making the tent go quiet, "Let her finish!"
I gave him a small nod.
"We salvage what we can from the castle, and we abandon it. We'll send the occasional patrol, but I don't want to lose any more people."
"Commander," Manara interjected, "We could use the castle-"
I cut her off.
"-thank you for your input, but I've made my decision."
She looked exasperated but didn't say anything.
"If anyone has an issue with the choices I make, take it up with Lucifer." I offered, "This meeting is over."
Everyone dispersed, and a few moments later Charon walked in.
"You more awake today?" I asked, sitting down.
"I can almost walk in a straight line." he yawned, "Rescue missions really take it out of you."
"Right." I replied, "So tell me, was that...it?"
"The arrow I took. Was that the threat to the King?"
Charon scratched his head of white hair.
"Maybe? I don't know. I'll be out of the vision business a few days."
"We could always go with my plan?"
"It's not going to work."
"Even if I manage to pull off pretending to be the King for the rest of the war, there's no way he would agree, or that I could knock him out for that long. I don't think I'd be able to hold the illusion that long anyways."
I made a face.
"Then what do you expect me to do? I'm officially out for the count, and Lucifer's hardly going to slow down his battle rage-"
Charon waved away my concern.
"I think you'll get better faster than you expect. Just get some rest, okay? I know I need some."
He almost fell over in exhaustion and I propped him up with my good arm, pushing him out of the tent.
"Go sleep. Now."
"Okay, mother." he sighed, stumbling off.
I made my way back to my tent, lying down. The pain had reduced to an unsteady set of jolts down my arm, and I was pleasantly surprised to find food waiting for me.
Spaghetti. Swimming in hot sauce.
In a word; perfection.