It regards opposition as sacrilege.

Other minds that differ from it are wicked because they differ.

The thick armor of Prince Karl's self-complacency had been pierced as it were by a tiny needle that stung, however tiny, as if its point were laden with poison.
He, the omniscient and omnipotent, had been defied and by whom?
A mere slip of a girl! A child! She was not even of his own race! But perhaps it was this very defiance that made him wish for her all the more.

He loved her as he had never loved that long-dead wife, a plain princess who always thought what she was told to think.
But he would take Julie in all honor as his wife.

He could not make her a princess but he could make her a countess, and he would clothe her in a golden shower.