Something sent me to him. Fate or magic or something else. I know it isn't impossible to think it will again.

[ But. ]

I have knowledge of the future on my side. And I know that in the battle he'll fight, his entire clan will die. Those that don't on the field will be hanged for being traitors to the crown.

[ She hates this, she hates knowing, hates that she can't be blissfully unaware. ]

Maybe he'll escape history and come back to me.

[ There's a small, barely there smile on her lips that has an edge of hope to it before she ducks her head. ]