and then it's nothing but work, work, work all the time.

You mock my pain.

Life is pain, Highness.

Anyone who says differently is selling something.

I remember this farm boy of yours, I think.

This would be, what, five years ago?

Does it bother you to hear?

Nothing you can say will upset me.

He died well.

That should please you.

No bribe attempts or blubbering.

He simply said, "Please...

"please, I need to live."

It was the please that caught my memory.

I asked him what was so important.

"True love," he replied.

Then he spoke of a girl...

of surpassing beauty and faithfulness.

I can only assume he meant you.

You should bless me for destroying him...