Right. To quote the great, late Sir Terry Pratchett (RIP Pterry :-( ):
“Kings? Kings? Hell, no!”
A couple of Assassins looked around in surprise.
“I'll tell you,” said Vimes. “A monarch's an absolute ruler, right? The head honcho”
“Unless he's a queen,” said Carrot.
Vimes glared at him, and then nodded.
“OK, or the head honchette”
“No, that'd only apply if she was a young woman. Queens tend to be older. She'd have to be a
a honcharina? No, that's for very young princesses. No. Um. A honchesa, I think.”
Vimes paused. There's something in the air in this city, he thought. If the Creator had said, “Let there be light” in Ankh-Morpork, he'd have got no further because of all the people saying “What colour?”
“The supreme ruler, OK,” he said, starting to stroll forward again.
“OK.”
“But that's not right, see? One man with the power of life and death.”
“But if he's a good man” Carrot began.
“What? What? OK. OK. Let's believe he's a good man. But his second-in-commandis he a good man too? You'd better hope so. Because he's the supreme ruler, too, in the name of the king. And the rest of the court
they've got to be good men. Because if just one of them's a bad man the result is bribery and patronage.”
“The Patrician's a supreme ruler,” Carrot pointed out. He nodded at a passing troll. “G'day, Mr Carbuncle.”
“But he doesn't wear a crown or sit on a throne and he doesn't tell you it's right that he should rule,” said Vimes. “I hate the bastard. But he's honest. Honest like a corkscrew.”
“Even so, a good man as king”
“Yes? And then what? Royalty pollutes people's minds, boy. Honest men start bowing and bobbing just because someone's grandad was a bigger murdering bastard than theirs was. Listen! We probably had good kings, once! But kings breed other kings! And blood tells, and you end up with a bunch of arrogant, murdering bastards! Chopping off queens' heads and fighting their cousins every five minutes! And we had centuries of that! And then one day a man said No more kings!’ and we rose up and we fought the bloody nobles and we dragged the king off his throne and we dragged him into Sator Square and we chopped his bloody head off! Job well done!”