He shed a lake of blood and murdered a king for a cold, lonely throne.

It does not matter how much we distance ourselves, how far we run – the past always shadows us.

If only women were not so fickle and men were not so cruel.

Ours is a world controlled by the warrior and the sword.

There is no friendship between kings.

Only a fool goes to war in winter.

Love doesn’t rule the world. The lust for power and dominance over others is what drives men – always has, always will.

We must bend with change, or we will break.