It was you who destroyed my home, destroyed my country, and made our people surrender to you unwillingly.
It was you who washed the palace with blood and killed my father and mother.
It was you who turned me from a carefree princess into a Machiavellian woman
It's you. . . .
I want revenge from my people
I want to take back my country
I want it. . . . .
But when my sword is pointed directly at your throat, why do I hesitate? Why am I wavering? Why?