[she worries that she's done something to offend before hearing her words]

My own world view is . . . strange. I was raised expecting to be the wife of one noble or another, likely in Orlais or Antiva as marrying another Fereldan would be a step down in rank for a Teyrn's daughter.

In one night, all of that changed. My parents were slaughtered, betrayed by their best friend, and I was conscripted into the ranks of the Grey Wardens. Had I refused, I would have been left behind to die. Or worse.