I still suffer nightmares and visions of the moment my life crumbled to pieces.
In retrospect, I was a terrible ruler, not fit for the throne. I can't forgive myself.
I am paranoid about my enemies coming to finish me. I can't trust anyone.
I haven't learned anything from my downfall: I'm just as brash and arrogant as before.
I judge myself too harshly and fall into states of despair.
If I see any who betrayed me, their blood will spill on my hands. Nothing will stop me.