[ WP ] You are a consort to the king of a kingdom at war . The king goes off to battle , but does n't return . After the battle , two priests from a nearby shrine ask you to help them identify the king 's body on the battlefield .

The wide doors that marked the entrance to the throne room closed behind her with a click as she began to hobble along, closely following behind the two men who had requested an audience with her.The men wore cloaks of brown, and their faces had been grave, all across the kingdom people wore a similar face, some even believed it was the end-times, for their king had fallen in battle.They walked in silence through the stone corridors, accompanied by the shuffle of feet and the tap tap of her staff, as they neared a door to the courtyard her mind ran over the scenes as they had played out in the throne room, chaotic as they had been.She, Queen Rosemary Meinstong had sat in the enormous throne, her face in her hands as the two holy men informed her of something no messenger could bear, that the king had fallen in battle, she had wept, wept for her king who was no more, and for her husband, who despite decades of peace and careful negotiation ( appeasement, as some particularly unkind courtier had called it ) had been drawn into a war, 
 
 `` Wait! Rosemary, please!'' came a particularly desperate and pleading voice, the same one which had bagged her to reconsider when she had agreed to join the holy men in locating her late king's remains. `` And why, should your Queen be confined to a throne room while your king lies broken?'' she heard herself loudly demand, expecting to stun them to silence, instead they had wailed and begged, her servants, and their servants had pleaded, but these had fallen on deaf ears as she had strode out of the doors, following the holymen.They neared the courtyard, and from the courtyard they would leave through the large gate, on horseback, her Ladies-in-waiting be damned, 
 
 Her servants finally caught up with her as she saddled her horse, the holy men insisting that they walk on foot `` Please, Queen Rosemary I plead, where your husband now lies should be his royal tomb, do n't view him like this, it's undignified'' she said `` Mildred, I alone may recognise his fallen form, it shall be my last act as queen, for I fear it is the end for our kingdom, we have no heirs.for Bartholomew is no more'' said Queen Rosemary and pulled herself onto the horse `` Then I shall go beside you Queen Rosemary, as my last act as your Lady'' said Mildred. Reluctantly Queen Rosemary had a stablehand bring a horse out, and the from stables they headed out, directed by the holy men. ” It took place to east, where our holy place sits, we heard it all ” confided one of the men. Following a journey across a familiar trail, one she had taken before as a pilgrimage the holymen directed their gazes to the shrine, before taking an easterly direction, as per the holy men's instruction. The way was marked by trampled ground, and the odd discarded boot “ My Queen, we should have enlisted a knight, I fear a battlefield will draw out more then the just birds of carrion ” said Mildred, nervously peering around. ” With our holy men guiding us, no shade shall accosts, we have nothing to fear Lady Mildred ” said Queen Rosemary.As they neared the site of the battle, the smell of death entered their nostrils, the holy men prayed “ For our feet do trend on unhallowed ground, we beseech thee lord, let no fallen drive us from our righteous duty ” the party said these prayers in unison, before entering the grounds of slaughter, where mountains of corpses lay, and above circled the birds of carrion. Queen Rosemary left the saddle of her dappled mare and trod through the muddy ground, clutching Mildred's hand as though she was lost child. ” How ever shall we find his majesty? There are literally thousands of slain men lying here, you can not tell me you mean look over each and every one? ” said Mildred. Queen Rosemary nodded sadly “ Perhaps our lord above shall deliver him to us ” mused one of holy men. 
 
 Queen Rosemary's strained eyes scanned row upon row of corpses, she was no longer frightened by shrieks of the wind, or the birds above as they gorged. Throughout their ordeal the holymen walked beside them, offering prayers and company. It was when she saw a crown, not just any crown, her king's, knocked from where it rested by one of the carrion feeders, that she knew she had found him and she wept once more “ Are quite certain, my Queen? ” said Mildred, seeing that she held tightly the dirtied headgear that once proudly adorned his head “ Yes, we've have found him, ” said Queen Rosemary, with some difficulty she was raised to her feet, and until her dying days it was said she held the crown. Following his discovery the holymen carried the king's body, to where it now resides in their shrine, alongside his wife, and son.
