I'm no tyrant as you try to make believe, my people are free, they joined me by choice and not by force.
I'm their savior, they embody my kindness that I spread throughout this world. I overwhelm them with the splendors from the fartest regions of this world. They love, me, they embrace me.
I'm no barbaric man, I do not kill anyone, I let nature have it's way of settling things, If that means crows picking out your eyeballs so be it. I'm merciful, stride forth to my castle, lay down your sword and you will be crowned a sir for your braveness, however raise your sword and you will be crowned as a fool, a dead fool, for your blindness and audacity.
Ellen is not a captive, she is my queen, she picked me at the ball, after wich we had a very pleasant evening, indeed.
You are blinded by a romantic interest that only goes one way, she has no interest for a mortal from the colonies, she proclaimed her undying love to me and me alone.
You are desperate and this march for her hearth is the march to your inevitably untimely demise.