The Sentinels beauty means the scent of roses, and then the death of roses

as they swam, he explained himself. deirdre found herself agreeing, for the most part--though her definition was loose. trespassers, to deirdre, were rarely good; thieves, too, on principle did not sound good. vague though it was, deirdre knew who such a comment was meant for.

you must keep an open mind, for the world is not always so black and white as good and bad. it is possible to think a bad wolf to be a good one, and a good wolf to be a bad one. why has one wolf hurt the other? is it because he thinks himself the protector? there are few in this world who think themselves to be the villain, deirdre was young, but understood this. skellige did things that were truly questionable, but she did not think him a bad man. still, to justify stealing was something even the ever eloquent deirdre did not know how to do.

she sighed a little, the sound soft but causing a great ripple in the waters. skellige is a man driven by his belief. he will not, nor will he ever, see his taking you as wrong--to him, it is meant. he does not believe in coincidence, deirdre was thoughtful as she looked to him, and the truth of it is, neither do i. he acts before he questions, it is his way. you are the prince that was chosen, rannoch; he saw something within you, and i see it, too. i do not think it right, his taking you as he did, but perhaps... perhaps, for some reason only the fates know... it is part of your Plan. there are some things written that cannot be erased, she understood this intimately, now. the loss of her father was something that, try though she had, could not be undone or changed!