I know the things they say of me, that I killed the son of my best friends, that I killed my daughter's husband, that I killed my King.
Maybe it was because half an army is better than none.
Maybe it was because he was arrogant and a fool.
Maybe it was because he had his head in the clouds dreaming of glory and the Grey Wardens.
Maybe it was because of a promise once made to a prince to not rescue him from himself at the cost of many lives.
Maybe it was because he was Maric's son instead of mine.
Maybe it was because he hurt my daughter one too many times by bedding her maids and anything else in a dress.
Maybe it was because he was willing to once again place Ferelden under the sword of Orlais.
Maybe it was all of these reasons or none of them, but the why doesn't matter. History will put me down as a hero and villain. Time will tell which of those will outweigh the other.