@GMRO A final promise was made, by a figure forgotten by many, though remembered dearly by the monarch. The parting words, exchanges and final thoughts of a pair culminated where they all started. The domains of the Ruskan realm helped in shaping a most legendary friendship, virtues and traits of exemplar; a noble King, surrounded by noble kin.
"Your legacy will never end. You will do well to watch upon it from the Seven Skies."
The aged men exchanged looks, there was no similarity to the ages gone by, the concern. Anxious thoughts of the future were replaced by joy, respite of the journey that had just ended. They knew their heirs, their sons would do well, and so long as there was air within their lungs, they would aid them - if not from the azureous night above the Rimeveld.
"Soar now, Karl Sigma(r) - may we meet again above."
And so the afamed swordsman donned his plate once more, aged yet not unbound, for broken promises were not familiar of his accolades. He remained within the household of his deceased kinsman's ilk, a silent protector, a mentor; a watcher. . .