"Ugh, fine. If you want to be literal about it," Eliot scoffed. "I suppose dying horribly would be slightly worse than being on a . . ." He gagged. "On a -- farm --"

Look. He couldn't not be melodramatic about his youth as a farm boy, okay? It wasn't in him. Even when he'd been using it to save his kingdom from famine at the start of his reign.