Roxie got out of the car and headed into the house.  She knew his reaction was about what she had expected, but she was still less than pleased with the anger, or at least frustration, in his tone.  Realistically, he only had half of the story, so she had to remind herself that she was equipped with the full scope of what had happened.  Rather than waiting for a barrage of questions, once they were inside the house, she decided to just share what she knew about it.<br/><br/>The door opened with a creak, old, rusty hinges groaning at a lack of care.  Despite the age of the home, it was well-kept and decorated with care.<br/><br/>"The queen had no choice in the matter.  She left you with someone she thought would take care of you and by the time she realized that woman had died...Coming back and trying to move you?  It would have been a death sentence for her and most certainly for you."  Roxie began, as she entered the house.  In the back of her mind, she almost regretted accepting this mission.  This young man was nowhere near ready for the life she had brought to him.  The queen had insisted he know about his birthright though, that he know who he was and start to discover what he was capable of.  Roxie would have made a different call.  She would have hidden him away again, and then maybe, once he was fully safe, she might have told him the truth of his existence.<br/><br/>"You can be angry or mad all you like, but directing your frustrations at me won't really solve anything.  I was not the one who put you there, nor was it my choice to remove you know.  Your mother knew the current king would seek to end your life and she sent me in the hope that I would be able to prevent that."  Roxie's hands were on her hips, but they slid upward, to cross in front of her.  Were she dressed differently, the move might have had an intimidating effect.  With her small stature and the flowy state of her cotton dress, it did not quite capture the effect she had hoped for.<br/><br/>"I supposed now you have a choice.  Your destiny lies in your own hands.  We can keep you alive and maybe at some point we can get you back to your mother and you can ask her why she did what she did yourself...Or you can let your anger get the best of you and allow the King's minions to gain on you while you do.  You get to choose your fate, Ayren, so I would suggest you choose it wisely."  Her father had said that to her so many times in her life.  That she was the only captain of her destiny, it was her choice to remain in place or to go boldly forward.  King Roddick had killed him as well when he murdered the former king and took control.  Though her stake in this was personal, she tried not to let that dictate what happened here.  Aryen could decide to accept his destiny or abandon it, she would not sway him towards the former, even if she wanted to.