The young Chieftain watched as people passed the building in which the very fate of three nations could be decided. She tore herself away from the forests of the city, and watched people as they passed; lovers, parents with children, being alone, and those with animals. They were oblivious to all the this very building held, while it was most likely true that they knew of the gathering, the working in it were a mystery. They had zero idea, but the outcomes of this meeting would effect them. That hit with her, people being effected by things out of their control. In her country, people were free to do as they pleased; visit their chieftain for help or advice, move away with the farmers daughter, it was up to them. The Chieftains controlled some aspects, but for the most part, life was free in Mysticara.
From her deep thought, she returned to the present moment, where in she was standing on a balcony with, militarily speaking, her worst enemy. She had gleamed a ton of information about the prince from her spies, it was a slight obsession. She had day dreamed about a battle in which she would lead the charge, and after a long battle, she would catch the man responsible for killing her father, after which she would confront with his crimes, and after pleading for his life, she would kill in the most heinous way possible. She learned of his upbringing, his lessons, his favorite meals, and even his nickname growing up, Silk Princess. Upon seeing him for the first time, she understood how the name could have came to be, but didn't enjoy the fact that he most likely knew about the name. If she had been constantly been put under scrutiny, she may even have gone the route of him; fighting his father's war, a gentle spirit caught in a battle that had lasted centuries.
She knew what Fink was trying to do, and she didn't blame him, the man was curious. Fink was silent about his emotions, leaving her without knowing how to proceed, most likely the foxes pay back for not brushing him often. She put her arms at her side, still faced away from Leonardo, and began to talk in a voice that was half firm/half filled with emotions.
"I spoke as a child; foolish, brash, and callow. I spoke as a young man; foolhardy, assured, and resentful. I speak now as an old man; His past laid before him, the images of past wrong put before me as a test of life, and pained for all those I have touched. I grew to understand that mine enemies were always those who oppose me, but as the spring's and winter's of life leave me a hollow cast of whom I once was, I now see that mine enemies were those who seeked to use me as a weapon for their own gains. I pray that the gods are able to see past my foolishness, but know that such wishes are to never be." She quoted directly from Alexander Fertogy's The Once and Future life of Seamus, a very old book. It was a book that most of the public found to be boring and full of gibberish, but those who were read that particular section found to be always true, someone was always trying to manipulate you into doing something you know is wrong, under the guise of wisdom and authority.
She then turned from her place, to face the prince head on, but made no effort to get any closer to him. Fink just looked at him, and she as spoke, laid down between them, "I do not hate you, Prince Leonardo. I should, with all my reason and emotions, I should want you dead, but I can not say that killing you would bring me joy. Momentary pleasure, most likely; joy, no. I believe I can figure out why I feel this way; it is because if placed into your shoes, with the same upbringing, I can't say that I would not make the same choices you have made." She relaxed her shoulders, as talking directly to him made her tense up, she took a breath before beginning again, "I do not believe in Fate, a claim that shocks my fellows, but I do not. I believe that the reason e find ourselves in this place is not because of predetermined path, but rather the choices we make. The choices we have made have pitted us as enemies, but I would like to believe that we can change that. That is what I believe." She finished, and then cast her eyes to look into his, not hard, but rather as an acquaintance would do to another.