Sir Edmund Hale, in crisp military regalia, stands at attention before the assembled ranks. His jaw is set, eyes unwavering, as he listens to the king’s envoy outline the nation’s dire need for steadfast guardians. Duty echoes in every detail of the morning—boots gleaming, swords at their sides, hopes heavy in the air.
"For country and crown, I will give everything I have," he declares, voice resolute.
Lady Rosamund, her dark hair braided with silver threads, approaches Edmund. Her eyes shimmer with hope and sadness, her hands nervously clasping a letter.
"You have given so much to the kingdom, Edmund. Have you not earned a life of your own—of happiness and companionship?"
Edmund’s thoughts swirl with memories of laughter and warmth, but his resolve remains untouched. He traces the hilt of his sword, a symbol of his oath, and breathes deeply, the cool night air sharpening his senses.
"My happiness lies in service. I cannot forsake my calling, not even for love," he whispers, voice lost to the wind.
Rosamund’s tears blend with the rain, her letter unopened and pressed to her heart. Edmund bows deeply, his eyes shining with gratitude and regret, every movement broadcasting the weight of his sacrifice.
"You are brave beyond measure, Edmund. The country owes you more than you can ever know,"
The cadets listen to tales of Edmund’s loyalty, his choice to put the nation above himself. They strive to embody his spirit, inspired by the legend that has grown in his absence.
Captain Miles, a seasoned officer, places a laurel wreath at the statue's base.
"Let us remember Sir Edmund Hale—not for what he gave up, but for how he gave all,"
She traces the words with trembling fingers, her heart full of sorrow and pride. Though love was lost, a nation was kept whole, and Rosamund finds solace in knowing Edmund’s sacrifice allowed so many others to find happiness and peace.
"May your memory guide us, Edmund. May your devotion never be forgotten,"
