"Stories blow sometimes. Although I would have taken the flying horse." Grinning she walked to the forest. "Gods I was a terror. Poor Leabarcham. She got saddled with trying to make me into a proper Queen. But Conchobar was almost old enough to be my own father, and I wanted freedom. I got to hunt these woods, to know every corner and know how everything could be helpful or dangerous."
She shook her head, "and I never learned to keep my opinions to myself. Back then, quiet and demure was what was expected. I rebelled early on. Every time Conchobar kept calling, I'd make sure to go hunting. I'd come back covered in dirt, sticks in my hair. And him just waiting until I was old enough to give him sons. I was maybe fifteen when he decided he'd marry me, that he was done waiting." She shook her head as they came into the forest. "This was my refuge. I didn't have to pretend. Didn't have to be groomed. I was just a girl who liked chasing rabbits here."