“The villa you claim will be my home will be little more than a glorified prison cell. The servants you purpose to provide me with are little more than jailors to keep me there, and, when the time comes, men to bury me in an unmarked grave, far from friends, family or honour. No, Eamonn of Southwind, I will not trade my honour for a few more years of worthless existence.”
Book:Darker Skies Ahead