Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-11457306-20141203025517

"That's our cue," said Megan as one of the cooks came to relay the General's message.

"Dammit to Oblivion," said Riona. "We're not done with this."

"Riona," said Megan. "Everything is fine.  I'm re-arranging priorities, is all.  I'm going to learn as much as I can here, even if it's about fighting.  Tell Darach to keep his loin-cloth on, I don't hate him.  I don't love him, but I don't hate him.  I'm somewhere in between.  I don't even know him that well yet.  He has a lot to learn, just like I do.  He needs to focus on that.  One other thing--"

"Yes?" Riona asked, when she hesitated.

"If you want my advice, unsolicited as it is, don't get involved with the Prince.  You marry him, you marry his family and his life.  There's too much politics in a noble family--much less a royal family.  It may sound like a wonderful life, but nobles and especially royals, are not free.  They are slaves.  Faolin, whether he's a rebel or not, will eventually be called upon to do his duty by his family.  He is in line for the throne.  It may seem like a distant possibility, but it could very well happen.  I think you'd be very unhappy as the wife of an Emperor, chained to the White-Gold Tower.

Come on. We don't want to be late."  Megan marched out of the room, leaving Riona standing with her mouth open.