You left her here knowing she’d live.
You’ve sent countless knights, promising them her hand, thinking I’d be easily slain.
Now you stand before me with an army, demanding her release, hoping for mercy. Mercy you won’t receive.
You see, she doesn’t want to leave. Here, she’s safe. I provide for her, care for her. I love her.
Her heart is mine.
Ask her yourself, oh mighty king. Ask her if she wants to leave. I won’t stop her from going.
But if she chooses to stay, and you try taking her forcefully, woe to you and all your warriors.