Because you don't know anything.

You know nothing at all. Not the sadness I felt when, on our wedding night, you told me you could not love me because you already had a mate. Not the pain of being mocked as an unloved queen, of watching my ducal house—which had served with unwavering loyalty since the nation's founding—be looked down upon. Not the love in my heart that made me unable to help but feel happiness simply from seeing you, simply from hearing your voice.