Surprise touched Saber's eyes. Aslan knew of her kingdom and his Narnia had been ruled by those who had once been her people? She knew that Magic worked in odd ways, so she shouldn't be surprised. After all, here she was in the Drabwurld, a king here when she was from another world.

"And how many of your kings and queens of Narnia tried to emulate Britain's greatest king, the one of legend... of Arthur?"

Saber sighed. Her legend had given hope to so many, yet also plied them with foolish ideals for her legend - even though it did bring to light the more tragic aspects of her life - never told the true tale of the lonely, miserable king that denied her own feelings for the sake of her people, that broke herself for those that would only come to hate her.

She shook her head. "It deserved a better end. Ten years was not long enough. The people deserved better. They did not need to be saved from being ravished by warlords only to fall prey to the same fate once the people lost faith in their king and her end came. She knew it would end that way and yet foolishly accepted it because she saw her people smiling."