My mother was a strong women, a warrior, a Queen. A good and kind ruler of a people not her own. She married into the throne, She raised me to think for myself, to believe in myself and to make my own choices...she died, murdered by despicable cowards and I took up a throne neither of us wanted and I did it in her name.
My father was...a son born to a woman so scheming and manipulative I wonder sometimes how he turned out as he did. Prince to worlds he could never rule. A Matriarchy. He found my mother, a daughter of a 'savage' world and she chose him to be hers. It took...outside help for them to marry but they did and for many years they were happy in spite of my Grandmother and her machinations.
He stood by me when I was Queen, stood by me through the worst time of my life.
Without him I would have faltered and broken. That is fact.