Ah, that question. It takes him back, to a very fond memory -- the First Day, when Narnia was newly formed, and visitors from another realm were named King and Queen of Narnia.

He smiles, but it is solemn, for this is a subject he takes quite seriously.

"To be fair and just. To protect from those who might do harm. To be the first in battle and the last to retreat. To treat all creatures with an even hand and build a future alongside of them. Such was the commission given at the Beginning of Time."

Saber shakes her head, and this time, Aslan nuzzles her briefly with the great, warm muzzle. There is sadness there in his golden eyes; he feels it as she does and understands it. Kingship can be a lonesome and difficult path. Still, it should not lead to so much despair.

"Dear heart. Any Golden Age of Men will never last long enough. Endings always bring new beginnings. Time does not roll back, and the past does not return to us. The Age of Camelot may be gone others have drawn inspiration from those times. Such ideals have spanned the breadths of worlds, in many places and times. Though many things may cease, some things are truly everlasting."

Faith, hope, and love. He looks at her, and does not turn away.

"Grief is great, Arturia, but you are a great deal harder on yourself than any rightly deserve."