I let my defences down, brought you into my castle, treated you like a queen, allowed you control. In the end, you couldn't even bring yourself fight a war. I'm a ruthless ruler, you made yourself clear to be peaceful. I hated that idea, and you gave up on me, since there was another better king. Having all the best troops and all the fanciful weaponary, beats nothing but an invisible thread of alliance. Thus, you left with all the knowledge, destroying a place you once called home. It's not easy for me. I could always rule again, but the rush is always not so powerful anymore.