In their minds women were slaves and all men were kings.

In reality: "Honey, frost set in early. Looks like we're starving to death this winter. But we'll do it together, you, me and our 8 kids."

or

"Honey, I'm too old or lame from previous battles, come spring when the raiders arrive by sea and after they kill me, give yourself up and maybe they'll just rape and not kill you."

or

"Honey, I'm growing some pustules around my armpits, if you're not feeling feverish after I'm dead could you give me a Christian burial?"

and finally

"Honey, we're getting married, not by choice but because our fathers decided this is the best arrangement for a strong alliance. Welp, I'm off to battle and watching my back for any court intrigues and betrayals. Sorry you can't own any property, so unfair I know."