He gave Diane a slight smile as she spoke of her future prospects. He kept his eyes on her, absorbing what she had to say. His gaze slowly dropped, down to her book of poems, curious as to just what that book contained. It was not too hard to imagine, typical maiden's dreams and wishes, poetry about love and beauty. He doubted it was one of her hidden cache just as much as he questioned how learned she might have been, sneaking away books.<br/><br/>"Fate is a fickle thing, Princess. When it seems certain it becomes murky. You may very well end up in a place you never imagined, with people unlike any you knew."