Nobody told him what to do anymore. Nobody had the right to berate him. Not even the Crown. He had accomplished far too much to suffer any rebuke. In fact, if the current ruling family had any ambition, they would murder him out of principle, just to maintain power. Thankfully, they were far too civilized and complacent. At twenty-eight he had climbed the ladder of his chosen profession as high as he could. Life was no longer a challenge. He was so mercilessly bored.