They took from me the only thing that mattered, betrothed her to another, one several years advanced in age than her, mockingly so. The gods would make confinement purposeful. The birth of a king. Appointed for me a kingdom, and granted dominion with gifts long lost by man. Move the heavens and the stars, convey the rational purpose, subdue any woman to my liking. Her, I cannot go back for. I would love her more than the world, and the world I must save.