"Seek out...my own change." Lorelai said to herself. Her hand brushed the hilt of her sabre, making it clack against the bench. Just what kind of change did she want? She loved her friends and family but staying in the castle day after day was driving her mad. Lorelai wanted to travel and see the world. To fight. But could she do it? She could barely stomach the sight of raw pig stomach in the kitchen. Killing an animal, much less a person, was unthinkable. 

But what good was she as some man's wife? She couldn't cook and she wasn't intelligent. Lorelai knew she had a knack as saying the wrong things when it came to important meetings so she stopped attending. As a wife, all she was good for was knitting and baring children. True, a married life and a child is something she wanted but if one of the king's confidantes ever convinced her brother to marry her off, she'd be miserable. Lorelai had to find her own path, because she knew she wasn't a princess here. She was a guest and the last the she ever wanted was to rot in her chamber or in the bed of some man she didn't even love. 

"You're right, Isiah." She smiled a bit. "Then again, you usually are." She laughed softly. "I will find my own way. My own change and when I do, you will be the first to know."