He looked at her with a saddened look "That woman is not your mother... your mother was a beautiful woman. I hated every moment I served her, but I admit she was beautiful, even as she grew older, even as she died" He smiled a little, moving over to her again "I can take you to her mausoleum, she rests with the rest of your family" He sat down on her bed, looking down at his hands "I care not for your kind, nothing at all. But your grandmother was special, she was the first of your entire line to treat me as an equal... and I loved her... I loved her yet she married that man, and I was repulsed, and I hated your mother, I hated her for having her mothers love while I couldn't... And so I hate you for being her daughter"