"Yes," he answers, more in a whisper to himself than her before he offers her a smile, "It does. Butt hat is our burden to bear. Our first concern is always the well being of our people- should always be the well being of our people. What is a Lord with nothing but ghosts and bones to rule over?" Every move he'd made after being released from his prisoners had been with the good of his people in mind. To keep any more children having to wage a war they had no part in. To keep his son from bearing the same scars he'd had. Mehmet had toppled that all down by sending scouts into his land.

Fool.

Still, this was not about him nor his losses. Nor even his past. It was about this lovely young woman he strolled with and lessening that sorrow he saw in her face. "It is not for everyone. I would not want a weak or selfish body to dictate the lives of others. Yet all I can do is hope that one day, God might forgive me of my sins. For no man, nor woman, my Lady, is without sin."