It had been a brutal battle.
Aquitaine had been invaded quickly,
but we were strong.
The man was stabbed, despite his strong fighting.
I watched as he slid, falling down to the ground.
Blood seeped out of his armor.
Henry, the Young King was dead.
My brother was dead.
And now I stood as my fathers living, eldest son.
And now heir to the English crown.
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