[ Saber carefully folds her hands into her lap as she watches him, trying to figure out an answer to that little interrogative. What does she say to that? She had danced around the truth before, but continuing to do so seems unfair. One of her wings ruffles a little. ]

I was a king, in truth. It was, as you say, not a position that engendered a great deal of friendship. Both by nature and by my own choice.

[ She didn't want to be seen favoring anyone. She needed to be aloof - and look how that had turned out. ]

It is something of a long story.