He'd planned out every possible outcome and ensured they'd benefit him. Sure, some were better than others (he would much rather one of the many outcomes where he was ruling everything rather than an outcome where he was remembered as a martyr by his children who now ruled), but no matter what the rag-tag bunch of misfits trying to stop him did, he knew he'd win.
So when they burst into his throne room, he sighed, and prepared for one of the lesserly optimal outcomes.
Then they tossed paint over him.
Fine, just adjust the "defeat them epically" plan slightly...
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