A warrior who craved power so much that he got the crown and throne at the cost of his people's lives. There was no end to the wars, the murder took someone's life, and he took someone's soul himself. There was a shadow of blood on his hands, reminding him of the path he had taken through torment and suffering.
The crown, the cherished trophy of his bloody exploits, stands aside, since the true possession of it turned out to be only vain gold. He saw no purpose in her, did not quench his thirst for power, for which he shed so much blood and tears.
But his daughter couldn't stand the cruelty of his actions. She pierced her heart, preferring death to the mercy of her father, whose heart she shaded with the shadow of a vicious thirst for power. Even at that moment, he could not understand that true wealth and power are in the soul, in warmth and tenderness, and not in the crown.