The capital was lively, gleeful, bustling with activity. A capital that had never been through that war. A capital that hadn't been forced to rebuild.

Statues of ancient, mythic figures, past kings and queens, saints of the church, littered it, unbroken.

Children ran playing in the street.

Vendors at stalls, haggling with customers.

He hadn't ever seen it in this state before. Only when it was broken and when it rebuilt. It was a reminder of what he was fighting for.

He couldn't picture Aislin in it.