You deserved better. I once had a wife, Princess. Sara was her name. When I came back from the wars, I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure, but she did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. And then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart. Her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better, and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.