[Telling how he notices that "we" and doesn't even blink at it. Because like, yeah, duh, of course.]

Decades of my great grandfather's manipulations that I could not even begin to get into. Then his death, which shook the nation greatly, followed by my father taking the crown. [Skipping over his granddad entirely, don't worry about it.] Then the assassination of my father, ending his rule with something of a whimper.

The civil war that followed was enough to tear the Empire apart all on its own, though it was sped along considerably by an acquaintance of mine.

And thus, Garlemald was no more. And nothing of any great value was lost.