[b]She narrowed her eyes at him... Clearly something striking some kind of nerve.[/b] [i]"I meant goals. Our goals are different... I don't really care what you are..."[/i] [b]She runs a few fingers over the crest on her forehead, the gold piece jingling slightly.[/b] [i]"But, if you must know, my old life was pampered and rich. I was catered to, watched over, adored, and the heir to my own citadel... But I was always forced to be a politician, proper, to be someone who I was not... I rebelled, and as punishment I was almost forced into a marriage. So I ran away... Now I'm free to do what I please."[/i]