Dron knew that was supposed to make him feel better, and for the most part, it did, but there was still something deep inside of him that kept nagging at him. Something that reminded him that if everyone knew who he really was, they might not think so highly of him.
Dron had met most people on this journey after he was already high up in the military ranks. There was already some respect associated with his name, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
If they knew the squalor he lived in as a child. How he had to eat vermin growing up simply because there wasn't enough food. How he slept in filth and his own excrement because he was too scared to move away from his safe spots, they may not want him to be the leader.
He was a broken man because he had been a broken child.
Someone with his background should never be king.
