This is deep. Tragic, yet beautiful.
Hundreds have perished for her, honoring knighthood, yet she was struck. Not by blade, but by remorse. She may be powerful, but no one can bring back the dead and she knows it. The only reward she can give now is to thank them. Only this, nothing more. She can't hear their hundreds praises, only their hundreds screams.
This is the dark side of leadership.
Again, tragic, yet beautiful.