I always wonder why I like the villains more, and I think it might be because when they got on the floor, down on their knees for her and only for her, something in me stirs.
A hero would sacrifice her to save the world, showing that they are indeed pure hearted and honest.
But if a villain would tear the world apart if she get hurt, that is a promise.
They seem selfish, manipulativ and rude to everyone around. 
But he treats her like a queen his only his, sitting beside him on a thrown with her crown.
I think villains are misjudged and that most of the time. We don't get to see their story. 
For if we knew it the hero may not seem so full of glory. 
Monsters are made not born, and any soul tortured, confused and abused incidentally would not have time to mourn.
Remember what they do were once broken and frail.