Kings of the past would get all weird in peace time. They wouldn’t not know what to do with themselves. They’d be liable to start new wars over the slightest of things.
The whole time you’re stressed all you want is to find space to breathe. You think of all the things you could do if you had that cabin in the woods and no one bothered you.
Recognising you are at peace takes a certain type of self knowledge. As soon as we got comfortable and happy in Berlin after two years of what felt like pure fire I started to feel strange. Like something was wrong. Peace time can feel quite alien and after years of constant stress. You are always waiting for the other shoe to drop.