Your Highness, I understand your everything. Your courage, your despair; your kindness, your pain; your resentment, your hate; your intelligence, your fool-ishness. If I could I would have you use me as your stepping stone the bridge you take apart after crossing, the corpse bones you need to trample to climb up, the sinner who deserves the butchering of a million knives. But, I know you wouldn't allow it.