Princeps' Fury (Codex Alera, #5)

by Jim Butcher

Then she said, ‘How can you live with yourself?’ The First Lord stared at her for a moment, his eyes cold. Then he spoke in a very quiet, precise, measured voice. ‘I look out my window each day. I look out my window at people who live and breathe. At people who have not been devoured by civil war. At people who have not been ravaged by disease. At people who have not starved to death, who have not been hacked apart by enemies of humanity, at people who are free to lie and steal and plot and complain and accuse and behave in all manner of repugnant ways because the Realm stands. Because law and order stands. Because something other than simple violence shapes the course of their lives. And I look, wife of my son, mother of my heir, at a very few decent people who have had the luxury of living their lives without being called upon to make hideous decisions I would not wish upon my worst enemies, and who consequently find such matters morally appalling when they consider them - because they have not had to be the ones who dealt with them.’ He took a short, hard swallow of wine. ‘Feh. Aquitaine thinks me his enemy. The fool. If I truly hated him, I’d give him the Crown.’