Immediately after your second wedding, you commit suicide by slicing open your belly and offer your intestines to your horrible new husband as a wedding present. No, Stan, I don't want to say it, but I have to. That really took guts, Koturani. Sorry. And all this because your father welcomed an army into his house, thinking they were merchants. Best wishes, John Green. So, right, you wouldn't let an army or a rival noble into your house, but everyone welcomes a merchant, and not just royalty.