The idea of destiny was not a new concept for the daughter of a Lord. Her father all but ruled their island home of Shalott from on high, acting in accordance with the king of the land. Shalott was large enough that it could be a kingdom of its own if they fought for it but her father was much too amiable for that and was content to simply govern. Besides, if a King came on the throne that was not worthy of the title the island was defensible - all but unassailable so they could make their stand.

So yes, she understood the idea of someone telling her what her destiny was from a young age and believing it her entire life. After all, she was raised from infancy to believe that her life belonged first to her beloved homeland and then to the man they would find for her to marry. Her life was to be lived for her family, allying for political gain or for personal favor. It was why she rebelled as she did: not wanting to be a pawn in the life they decided for her. Fiona simply wanted a life that was her own.

"I understand."

And she did, very well. Unlike him, though, she hadn't simply accepted this lot in life. She had no passion in becoming a knight but it was an alternative, a choice she could make, so in that she was content to finish her training. In her own time she still continued to read and tried to improve herself whenever possible.

Fiona's eyes met his and she smiled and had no idea he was feeding her half truths. She was being completely honest and forthcoming with him. She found it was nice to have someone to talk to.

"Do you want to sit with me for a while? We can read some of the book you brought me."

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