So I recall. [He chuckles a little, about the closest he ever gets to laughing these days, and straightens up a little. It makes him colder, but between the fire and the cider he's still okay, and it makes him feel better to be drawn up to his full height.]

Albion is the name of the country where I am king. It was hardly a country at all, more a continent with a common language, until my mother. She united all the disparate villages and cities and regions under her rule.