Diane sighed. "I know. I'm well aware of my role in all of this. I'm not so naive I don't know what my fate could be." she had heard the servants talking of how someone had overheard her father and brother discussing her future. Her father, though on his death bed, wanted Diane to marry the Loidite prince or a lord from Loidi to help cement the peace between them. She hated the thought. He was a magic-user! His people were magic-users! What would that mean for her? It was too alien.<br/><br/>"I wish I had a say," she confided. "I'd love to marry someone who understood me. Maybe, even loved me."