The Lady stood in the Scholar's archives, hidden away for countless years in the quaint town of Bree. She loathed to admit it. But the more time passed, the more she wondered what had become of her two homes. Rohan and Gondor. Although a book was in her hand, her mind wandered away from its contents. 'In this world, men rule. You are my daughter, and because you are my daughter. I will teach you how to survive as a woman should. Then, we will create a dynasty that has not been seen since the days of Elendil. The steward is useless. He does not care about the forefathers. Do this, my child, and I promise we will be rulers in our own right. A crown does not make a monarch." Her Father's words echoed in her head. She missed Gondor and Rohan. But if she returned, she feared falling prey to her Father's political games and ambitions. In the end, it drove her Mother away. It caused her to prefer death over life.
