Twice. Twice in one day had a man placed their lips on her. Her blood was boiling. Her vision almost became as red as blood, as she did everything she could to withhold the quite unladylike words itching for sweet release from her lips.<em>H...how dare they!? HOW DARE THEY!?</em>, she thought to herself, her arms going to her chest.<br/><br/><em>I...I hate being a girl. I hate it! No one would try to kiss me if I were a boy!</em>, her cheeks burned hot. Lorenso, Gerrard. Both of them very different. And unlike her normal self, she had to behave as peace talks were of the utmost importance. Her hands went to her arms as her heart pounded in her chest. She was not against falling in love or necessarily against physical touches or caresses, she feared what they would transform her into.<br/><br/>She didn't want to change, she didn't want to become just a wife or just a mother. She wanted more, and feared that an arrange marriage would rob her of that. She wanted a say, she wanted a choice. It wasn't fair to be used as a pawn, she knew her parents wouldn't let her older brother Omar marry into the Theiri household, nor would they give up Henrik, one of their best if not the best general and warrior they had. So it fell to her as the one daughter of marrying age to be the one given up all because her parents couldn't simply stop themselves nor could Gerrard's. At least, that was how Lenally felt, as she tried to keep the chill of the night at bay looking up at the stars.