Leila had not noticed it but she found herself nest to her room, with Aasen still talking.
"May I ask you something?" he asked her.
"What," she sighed knowing it was something personal.
"Why did you say that Destiny will fall? At dinner, before she sat with the king."
"Oh you heard that, ugh well..." she looked up at him and shrugged, "I was just mad. That's all."
"Somehow I don't beleive you," he said his grey blue eyes staring into hers. She felt he was looking past them.
"Her time will come when she'll be forgotten. It happens. Its best that she soaks up all that she can get out of this...whole thing."
"What on earth makes you say that?"
"Been there done that."
"Huh. You know I think you are just jealous of her."
"You are so far off. Destiny is...typical. She's like all you Northeners. You wouldn't kill a man when his back is turned even if he did kill your family. In the South, such "honor" is considered folly. All is fair in war. There is no chivalry. Destiny seems to have it in spades. It makes me sick really."
"I can agree some chilvary is a waste, but what about mercy? Would you ever considergiving mercy to a man, that lets say killed someone you love, that asked for it?"
"No I didn't"
"So someone before has asked you for mercy? And you didn't give it to him?"
"No, he didn't have time to ask. I avenged my brothers' deaths with out any remorse for who I was killing."
"Well, then it figures. But on this mission you are going to have to learn some chivalry...and I'm sorry about your brothers."
She looked up at him, his full lips eased and his eyes still staring into hers."Thanks," she said, "They were once my whole world."