She tells him the truth

I won’t bore you with the unpleasant details. You see Richard. There’s a reason why he disregards me and treats me like drying viscera clinging to their boots, and it’s for a reason I have no control over. I am young relatively speaking I’ve only been a princess for ten years now. Though when you’re in the gilded cage of court the concept of time can become quite warped, I am just the result of his conquest of my mother, he stumbled upon me, drilled and train me. He made sure I knew the truth of my origins, ensuring I would strive all the more fervently to prove myself in his upcoming grasp at the crown. So I would fight harder and slaughter with more savagery in order to repudiate my **** heritage. For although I stand before you in black plate of a knight, I’m no scion of the Drakenire royal family.

You appear curious now if I’m reading your expression correctly. Yes. it’s true I’m no princess and I was never indoctrinated into believing I was. That’s the burden I bear Richard, my brother and my peers alike look down on me, because I’m the bastard daughter of a ****, the second-rated thing found wanting. In spite of all the atrocities I've perpetrated to prove my commitment to the Empire, I’ll never be truly accepted by my ‘People.’ I’ll never be worthy enough to be regarded as one of them.

I will never be Empress even if I was the last drop of the Drakenire bloodline. I despise them on an innate level instinctively because unlike me all of my family had a choice each one of them a man or a woman chose at some fateful point in their lives who they would serve and what they would fight for I was never given that choice, my brief life as far back as I can remember has been on of perpetual war against whoever father pointed at. I never got to decide where my loyalties would lie tell me Richard just nod or shake your head. Did I even choose to love you or were you part of that bastard’s plan as well?