Sir Loracaz III is prince of Cioria for a mere fifteen years before he is forced to leave. During that time, he falls in love with two women, the first one being a relationship that lasts for six years. She is the first woman that he lies with, but for reasons that you will understand when you read book three, he has to keep it an utter secret. One of the greatest tragedies of book three is how that relationship comes to an end, and it changes Loracaz III down to his core. He would have stayed with her forever, he’d felt, had it not been for what happens to her. Afterwards, he is filled with this incredible pain, full of rage and hatred, but also a terrible, gaping heartache from which he is hardly able to recover, and only years later.
I tread carefully here for fear of giving too much away; spoilers are the worst. On that fateful day, had Loracaz known what was going to happen, he would never have left the castle, would not have gone into battle against his worst enemy. He never regrets loving her, but he regrets every day the way he fought, so unaware of the others around him. Worst of all, he regrets what happened because he knows that he is partially at fault, even though he blames his enemy and all of the rebels for how it went.
When he loses her, his rage changes him into a murderous tyrant, a man who demands absolute obedience from the citizens of Cioria. Their refusal costs them their life, and death does not always come swiftly when his fury is evoked. It is not until very late in his life, when he is faced with a very different trial, in a very different kind of place, that he regrets what he did to the people whom he should have been protecting.
By the time Loracaz III meets the second woman whom he ever loves. there is only so much of his pain that can be soothed, but it’s enough to change the course of his life. After that, the only other thing he regrets is when he has to leave Cioria, and is not able to see her again for nearly a year.
Loracaz III’s father has no regrets. There are things he wishes had gone differently, to be sure, but not things that make him say, “I wish I had never done that.” As for his father… Well, he might have regretted the lies he told, but then how would he have ever been able to be with the woman he loved?