[Anger and dissatisfaction were dangerous when there was a mob to form. People with less were not ones to sit idle, and the rebellion was around every corner of using up a populous. Work them hard and they might be too tired to fight back for a time, but eventually, they would muster the energy for change. Fear helped to keep the masses in line, but so too did promises of something better. A fine line to travel for those who held power.]

I find it interesting you speak of his death as shame, when he likely had little choice in how he met his final moments. Those decisions sound as if they were taken from him, or he leaned into them to mitigate the agony of his circumstances. [He wouldn't know, of course. Death was death and how others decided to view it sounded to him like a them problem. After all, death and its circumstances were usually a result of poor choices or unforeseen consequences.]

I see, so you wiped out the last of the bloodline to stamp out future trouble. [That sounded distinctly like how Noxus dealt with their changes of regime. It gave him an idea of what he was dealing with should Richard consider rising to power here. The man clearly had the capacity to try to stamp out future trouble.] My city is a slave to another, used and held under thumb. It's more complicated than that, of course, but there are clear benefits to one city over the other when it comes to resources. My war was to pull my city and its oppressed people out from under the thumb of the other, and I was willing to do anything for that goal in my lifetime. [Except when he ran head first into a single limitation that cost him... everything.]