"Luck is what keeps me alive, sad as that is. I wish it were hard work. Then I could change some things, could be at least firm and sure, but it's luck and fate that keep me breathing, keep me where I am, the Lord's doing, certainly not mine, and I will never let them forget it." She shook her head, sighing. "Being a brilliant statesman helps of course, but it wasn't hard work that got me so many places. I've so little control." Different times, she supposed, different lives. He was a self made man and in that perhaps there could be no understanding of how her life was run. Divine providence and what that meant wasn't something that was exactly understood unless you were in the place of it.

But that being said, hers was not of the same kind of arrogance that many Prince's had. She was all too aware of the fickleness of fate, and how precarious her position was. That was not something she could express though. To admit it, was weakness. She could openly admit to being less then them, not even privately, not just because she wasn't. Weakness and uncertainty would be the fall of her, and plunge her country back into war and destruction. She could not fail, not ever.

"She does sound like a remarkable young woman. To fight too. I've met a few young women here that do so. Or at least one other."