They say a man's home is his castle.
I once took that to mean it was a place you could find sanctuary. A place to rest. A place that is your own and where you are royalty.
What it actually means is that it's the place you're going to have to put up with politics, people banging down your drawbridge, chucking rocks at your towers, a constant stream of traders, rubbish court musicians and the never-ending babble of the court jester.
Being King is not all it's cracked up to be.